Driving home we passed Mosquito Lake, Lake Alpine and through a very cute town, Murphy. We continued the limited freeway route only jumping on near Manteca.
We timed it perfectly. We were out of wine, out of gin, out of money, out of vacation time, out of Starbucks, and out of firewood. We still had clean clothes having done the laundry at Ft. Collins, Colorado but with just 2 Fat Tire beers left (brewed in Ft. Collins) we were close to be desperate and homed in on the driveway like a cruise missile tracking the donkey carrying Osama bin Laden.
I think Presley was the only one who would have kept going. Riding for days, looking out the window, it is his idea of doggie heaven. Now he is back to the cats and just the park.
Time for the news and a martini. I’ll shower later.
