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How far away
is yesterday?

Destination: Malibu, where Doug and Terry would be staying with family as they celebrated their niece’s wedding.

When Doug and Terry Lytton opted to drive instead of fly,
their journey took an unexpected turn down Memory Lane.

By Doug Lytton An early start the next morning put us tattoos and gray ponytails. We traveled
in Phoenix by lunch, then we were off to to Zuma Beach with the kids which, with
As Sun City faded in my rear view Malibu where our niece Jackie would be its picture-perfect waves, bleached sands
mirror, I looked out on the road marrying her beloved, Adam. With our and whitewashed lifeguard towers, was
ahead. Our road trip had begun. My family gathered together, we were eight a huge hit. Of course, the wedding was
wife Terry and I had debated whether to fly adults and five children, all sharing one the crowning event. Taking place on a
or to drive to California, but the thought of house for seven days, with the wedding hill overlooking Malibu high in Topanga
those long lines at the airport, the security capping off the week. Everybody chipped in Canyon, shade and sunlight played over
hassles and the crowded spaces – it wasn’t with cooking and cleaning, as well as keep- verdant leaves, cascading pink flowers and
anything either of us wished to endure. ing an eye on the kids, who never stopped 100 wedding guests.
playing the whole week long.
Highway 10 unwound before us for nine As the convergence of sun, fun and party-
hours until, finally, El Paso appeared over Throughout the week, Terry and I hit the ing began to unwind, family and friends
the horizon. Running along the U.S./Mex- road together, taking in the sights and wished one another well as they returned
ico border, the highway looks right into stopping points along the way. We ate lunch to their homes. For Terry and me, how-
Mexico’s front yard. We decided to stop for at Neptune’s Net, an iconic biker bar along ever, the journey was just beginning. We
the night and, looking over Ciudad Jaurez the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) where headed south along the coastline towards
from our room along the highway in El we saw only two bikers who looked like Encinitas, our last home before moving to
Paso, we marveled at the openness of our Harley poster boys, complete with doo-rags, Sun City Texas two and a half years ago.
border.
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