Today was not a very exciting day; it was a functional day. I mean how exciting can getting from Pleasanton CA to Yosemite be. Let me tell you, if you haven't had the pleasure of driving it, it is not exciting g at all. Interstate, dry roads, traffic out the wazoo and heat. Lots of heat. We hit 101°f as we were sitting on the asphalt keeping the bikes upright while we waited fur traffic to move again. Not all just beautiful pictures, huh?
But it did give me the chance to think about yesterday and the journey down the California coast in the fog. I rode by Patrick's Point where 100 years ago Angie and I camped before we even had children. I rode through Sea Ranch where in 1988 I planned and organized an Easter Egg Hunt for adults and then watched as the competitive side of a bunch of adults kick in as they hunted / scrambled for the Easter eggs I hid in the house, eggs that were full of lotto tickets, cash money and notes for special prizes. And then as we rode through San Francisco where I saw Sansome Street, Bank of California, the Calera in station, and Julia's diner where a friend met me for dinner after spending 3 months in isolation before becoming a priest - he was so out of it then but a very fine priest today. Memories flooded my mind as I danced through that thick, wonderful fog that night....
Funny, the things I like the most about these trips are rarely where I have been and mostly about the places these trips take my mind.
Bob and Ralph,
ReplyDeleteProud of both of you .. traveling the winding roads of adventure together. It will be nice to see you soon. ~ Catherine
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967