Dad rarely uses the term "road trip" without the adjective "righteous" attached to it. It's a sign of how much fun we both have together while traveling. This year we may need a different qualifier since we missed this in 2020. I'll have to think about this while we proceed.
Yesterday was the first day of our summer road trip, which also coincided with Father's Day. What better way to celebrate than by taking my dad out for brunch on our way out of town?
We spent our first night in Needles, California where it was hot... very hot. We got to go swimming in the pool at our hotel, so that made things much better.
I love my dad and he loves me. Happy Father's Day!
Ahh... Highway 1. After the hot sun inland we got the cool fog of the Big Sur coast. This has got to be one of the most beautiful drives in the world.
Memorial Day weekend. Dad and I took our first camping trip in what seems like forever. We headed down to the Arroyo Seco area next to the Ventana Wilderness. It was great... as long as you don't mind 100 degree weather and a landscape partially charred by the 2016 Soberanes Fire. On the other hand, having a nice cool riperian stream to dip your toes in after a hike sure beats being locked down at home. I love the outdoors.
The Davis Farmer's Market is coming back to life! Dad and I rode our bikes there yesterday. No live music and only about 1/3 of the usual crowd. But, hey, it's a start.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone. It feels somehow like we are turning a corner with the new season coming. I hope to get out more, do more, go places and all the stuff I love in the near future.
The future seems bright.
I don't know what any groundhogs out saw today, but the sun came out and I went for a walk with Dad. We both saw our shadows.
