Archive for July 2015
The Mystical Mount Shasta
From Santa Rosa, Harry and I wended our way inland to Route 5 and turned the Bug north toward Dunsmuir. Brittany, our son Bryant’s girlfriend, grew up there and asked us to stop and say hello to her parents. Brittany’s folks welcomed us in, and over coffee and muffins we learned about what it was…
Read MoreBob’s amazing Santa Rosa house
“I played hockey with a Canadian guy who lives in Santa Rosa,” Harry said. “He wants us to stop in. Bob’s got oil money, so I’m sure his house is amazing.” This Bug trip was Harry’s idea, and I had promised to go along with whatever he dreamed up. “Okay,” I said, “I’m ready to…
Read MoreGolden Gateway to Spring
When the Bug crossed into California, sun broke through the clouds. The evergreens thinned out, and sticky chartreuse sprouts appeared on the hardwoods. The temperature gauge crept toward seventy. We hadn’t felt seventy degrees for six months. In Sacramento, we stopped at a Black Bear Restaurant for lunch. Harry parked the Bug in front of…
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