Journal March 3, 1953
We all finally had breakfast. Lesley had two dishes of baby cereal, a banana and milk and we had steak, toast and coffee. Lesley had a swing in the playground. Then off we went across the desert, or if this isn’t the desert, what will the desert be like?

We drove through beautiful, towering, jagged rocky mountains. We stopped for lunch in a lovely roadside park with outdoor tables, water, etc., and mountains on every side. It was too cold and windy to eat outside.

We drove through El Paso, saw Mexican adobe houses and adobe bricks.We crossed on a high mountain, snow was on the mountain peaks. Then we drove through New Mexico to Deming. I am amazed at how much the west looks just like the old western movies.

We had no sooner stopped for the night and washed Sandy up when she fell out of her bed. She cried so hard she lost her breath for a second and passed out. We were so frightened. The trailer park man rushed us to the hospital where they misunderstood and tried to put me to bed because Sandy looked fine. There was no doctor on duty so they sent us to the doctors office. He said she was Ok. She did seem to be all right by that time. We returned to the trailer, relieved and exhausted. We washed the dishes, cleaned the refrigerator, made formula and went to bed.

Journal March 4, 1953
It was so cold last night that our water pipe froze but we all had a fine sleep. Our little rosy cheeked alarm clock didn’t go off until 7:10 am (Central time) 6:10 in Deming. (New Mexico time),

Lesley is getting into a cowboy spirit with jeans and cowboy hat. We took off for Phoenix about 8:30. At 9:15 we saw a train that had derailed and smashed. It didn’t look too serious. (A freight train – three or four train cars waiting.)

This afternoon we were stopped for the Arizona State Inspection. We squashed Inky down on the floor and also hoped they would not look at our license plate year. One fellow went into the trailer and made us throw out tangerines and the dirt on our house plant and wash the roots off. Another man took our marker number.. Then they sent us on our way.

After awhile a highway drivers license inspector passed us on the road. Brother, will we be glad to get to Phoenix.

We stopped for supper and had to change tires again. Now the trailer is swaying all over the road. We arrived at Uncle Edwin’s about 8:30 pm. He was glad to see us and so were we glad to see him! We talked until 1 am.