 |
 |
 |
 |
| Beaver brought me back into LA. There was no Welcome Center. I reached La. 432 and went west to L. Williams Rd. |
| There I met Lionel Williams, the road's namesake. Lionel had just awakened and was not talkative. In fact he just turned his head when I inquired about local points of interest. Oh, and by the way, I knowingly lied about no more bovine pictures. I do that from time to time and it does bother me. I wonder if it is a trend? |
| Next, I met Skinny. You can hardly see him looking straight-on. Mom was yelling at him to not talk to strangers, especially strange strangers. |
| L.Williams did have its moments. |
 |