It was a steakhouse parking lot and there were no trees. What little foliage I remember was short, squatty and pointy. OK, some alien-looking Joshua ‘trees’ in the Martian landscape.
I had no AC, we relied on wing vents blasting us with 400° oven air.
I remember passing an open-air rock concert off some kind off the interstate, it looked like Mars, red, barren, desolate, I wondered how they survived the heat.
“I thought I’d died and gone to Hell, but I was only in Tucson.”
Little Bill Daggett
PS A roadrunner was being chased by a coyote off I-8 and they were both walking, tongues hanging out.
“I had no AC, we relied on wing vents blasting us with 400° oven air.”
Oh.
Bad choice of road trip locations with no AC.