Patrolled by Aircraft is false advertising!

So - after getting Heidi totally hooked on Facebook, we packed the car and got a decent, after-breakfast start out of Murrieta, on the road about 10:30 this morning. After the obligatory stop at the Starbucks around the corner (where the barista first asked me which store I worked in, and when my reply was "in the legal department" she wanted to know if there was a regional office in San Diego or something"), then get gas, go back to Heidi & Phil's in search of the Zune charger (didn't find it there - and if Heidi is reading this...you may want to think about locking your front door...) we managed to hit the freeway, still before 11! We took the I-15 North to Hwy 395 and then kept going north - although at first it was pretty slow going, lots of big trucks, 2 lane roads and stoplights.

Many of you may know that the Hwy 395 actually runs from Mexico to Canada - and we have now driven on I would say the majority of it - being that it runs through Spokane (Division street) and Carson City (Carson Street) and now with today's travel. I don't know just how many miles we drove today - and frankly - I'm waiting until we are home to add them all up!

So - back to our slow going on 395, at one point (after a stop at In-N-Out for an animal-style burger for Lloyd) and some other little town for lunch for the girls, Lloyd decided to try and make up some time. The road was a beautiful stretch of straight, 4 lane road, without much traffic. This was at about 2:30pm, somewhere near Broadway (I believe). We had just passed a "Patrolled By Aircraft" sign, and as a joke, opened the sunroof to spot any Hwy Patrol planes. Again, false advertising...as we looked up to see a CHP officer on the opposite shoulder - he gave us the stink-eye as we passed, then turned around to pursue us. Talk about a buzz-kill. Lloyd took a great rearview mirror photo with his camera phone. Anyway - after the kindly officer (who looked all of about 12 years old) wasted all of the time we had made up and then some, he handed us the ticket and felt obligated to send us off with a word about making sure "the little ones in the car get there safely".

Needless to say - they did. We arrived in S. Lake Tahoe a short 7 hours later. What a long day. Tomorrow, looking forward to hanging out up here near the lake and checking out some of our old favorite places. Time to sleep now.