06.03.2013 54 °F
We're at a Comfort Suites - apparently at the end of one of the San Francisco Airport runways. They appear to be taking off between the bed and the desk. But hey! We have about a 6 min journey to the rental car lot and the tram to the airport - I have no complaints.
It's another beautiful sunny day - few rain showers this morning in the Napa Valley - but otherwise gorgeous.
Leaving Ashland yesterday, we climbed over the Siskiyou Pass, crossed into California (still have fruit inspection stations) and headed down the Sacrament Valley. Philip was a surprised not to stop in Redding ... but I have my good memories of Mom's home and the high school Manatowa Gym - if they changed; I just don't want to know about it.
The Sacramento Valley is in glorious bloom - for a couple hundred miles - fruit and nut trees. Fortunately the spanish moss infection hasn't touched the hill sides of live oaks and they were leafing - dark green against the emerald green grass. We had a famous Bartel 'burger at Corning - still greasy and yummy as 10, 20, 30 years ago.
Evil Gretta got us right to the train museum in Old Town Sacramento before we headed back to the bay area for tomorrow's flight.
One thing about the past 2 weeks is Philip exclaiming "I can't believe the traffic" and "how can anyone afford to live here?" The 2 weeks of travel here is comparable to 2 weeks in europe. It's expensive and crowded. Still so glad we came and we're still thinking we might rent a place for a couple of weeks next year. This is a good break from the cold at home. It will still be cold in Kentucky tomorrow but the end of winter is in sight and we'll have more warm days than cold. I expect to be turning the the vegetable beds next week. I left home the forsythia, quince and pussy willow were about to pop into bloom.
This morning we went to Napa Valley - not so much to taste but specifically to see all the changes. There are no more open fields - it's vineyards as far as the eye can see. The live oak infestation is in this valley and the trees are dying. Then we crossed the straits and went to Martinez to see our old homestead.
So the journey ends.