We had completed our feast at the eatery, Denny's. I must report my meal by, the name of "Grand Slam," was quite satisfying. Although more food than what I would normally consume in a full day, the preparation of eggs, pancakes, bacon (and sausage!) was quite delectable. I was most impressed by their English Muffin. It was a luxury we enjoyed in the cities, but had not since we embarked upon our journey. Certainly we had not seen a Muffin Man in years!
Jean Baptise enquired of Jeff, our server, regarding the possible whereabouts of Juan Bautista De Anza, a fellow explorer commissioned by the Spanish of which Jean Baptise had known some years prior. Jeff pondered for some time. The name did ring a bell to the boy, but he could not express any answer with certainty. Overhearing, the dark skinned server (named Lamar as was sported upon his shirt) stopped and chimed in. He knew Juan Bautista could be found in the township of Riverside. Clark was prepared to explore the Spanish Territory right then and there. I must say here that Clark has, throughout our journey, refused any offered maps, pigheadedly determined to forge his way with no assistance. At more than one time, Sacagawea's efforts to find passages from local Indian nations were not heeded by Clark, much to the frustration of the rest of our band. (which I believe is the reason our other journeymen did depart from us in Santa Monica)
Jean Baptise, anxious to reunite with his old companion, was eager to receive the directions despite Clark's insistence. Lamar retrieved a small metallic device from his pocket. He tapped upon it and then handed it to Jean Baptise to view. Little Pomp eagerly knelt upon his seat to peer over his father's shoulder. A fascination with us all, the image upon which we spied was indeed a map, but none like I had ever seen in all my days of exploring. Jean Baptise touched the image and suddenly something changed. Lamar took his device back, tapped it again, and returned it to Jean Baptise, this time explaining the map we looked upon. Lamar swept his finger upon the surface and the map image followed his finger, laying out our path. Jean Baptise turned to his wife who examined the device. An amazing map reader, Sacagawea absorbed the information on a level none of us men could comprehend. She gratefully returned the device to Lamar.
We settled our bill, was thanked by the lovely brunette who had originally greeted us, and returned to Jeep. Now our quest to find Juan Bautista weighed solely upon the shoulders of Sacagawea.
Until Later, My Friends
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