We men find it difficult to get along with them at times. At 19650 miles we stopped at San Fridell to stretch our legs - eat some watermelon - gas up again - and paid 25c for the crowd to see some live rattle snakes. As we got going again we noticed alongside the road little adobe shelter and usually an Indian Woman with her children would display curios to sell. This must have volcano country years ago for the rocks and dirt are all blackish gray and looked burned. We had always thought the desert to be flat country but this particular section is up hill and down hill all the time with varying shaped of rock formations. At 19737 miles we reached Gallup and stopped for a sandwich at the Greyhound Terminal. This City did not appeal to me at all. It looked dirty altho possibly we did not see the better part of it. Helen and I had an egg salad sandwich and we both had buttermilk. I never did care for it but thought I would try it once again. No more buttermilk for me. Helen relished hers. Jean had half a canteloupe with a glass of