So, after 22 days, 14 states, 5135 miles, 2 sons, 5 grandkids, 1 old friend, 2 friends I hadn't met yet, 1 mother-in-law, 2 legendary roads, and 3 blizzards, we got home Sunday afternoon; all in all, a fine trip.
First we drove to Denver (I have decided that from now on, that's going to be a 2-day trip; getting a little old & rickety for 15-hour driving days, especially on straight, flat Interstate). Had a couple of wonderful days with #2 son & the eldest 2 grandkids.
Then on to Heber City UT for the night and the next day to Sacramento; left Reno at 62°F & sunny, passed the Lake Tahoe exists in 33° and blizzard conditions - then into Sacto at 68°.
10 (mostly) great days with #1 son, the youngest grandson, and his new twin sisters, and, on the 1st, a fine birthday dinner at a brewpub/restaurant.
About that "mostly": Every morning, we'd take Jake (18 mos.) on an adventure so his mom could breathe a little with only 2 2-mo babies around. One morning we were hanging at the D-I-L's mother's place (she was at her other place, so we stayed there) waiting to go pick him up at 09:30. At 09:00 we got a text; "emergency come over". She'd been closing the bathroom door & Jake stuck his hand in it.
Our adventure for that day (and everybody on
this site should prepare for a major cringe at this point) was that Nona watched the twins while Granddude drove Mom, Jake, and the tip of Jake's left middle finger to the ER so the latter two could be surgically reunited. Fortunately, the reattachment seems to be taking nicely, and his future as a guitar hero is saved.......
Then on the Orinda for a wonder time meeting Bill, Tina, Wolf, and Sara(h?); that makes four club brothers I've met (Edwin & Jimmy J previously), and the record is 100% great folks!
Then, our plans having changed last minute & having used 1 of the 3 days we found ourselves with to get where we'd planned to go in 1, we mosied down CA 1 to Morro Bay. It was the most wonderful drive I've ever made! How could you not love a 2-lane mountain road with the Pacific on the downhill side?
Well, you can ask Her that, as she spent the whole time with her seat laid back & her eyes clinched, crying with terror (that's what I get for marrying an inland flatlander, I guess), so, wonderful husband that I am, I forwent a second day of PCH joy & took CA 101 over to Oxnard, which we chose because it was about halfway to our next stop (we'd chosen Morro Bay because a brewpub looked good online, but instead of the 10+ beers they showed on their website they had 3 - a porter, which is drinkable in the winter they don't have, and 2 IPSa which are drinkable only after a trip from England to India in a wooden sailing ship..... We went elsewhere).
Having time to spare, we went for a drive to see what's in Oxnard. It turns out that the answer is Z,S, and N (but we did have a good meal and some good beers at a restaurant/brewpub (are you seeing a pattern here?).
Next it was Desert Hot Springs, where we spent 2 great days with my college buddy Tex, who taught me the basics of what evolved into my Award-Winning Thermonuclear Chili and my first chords on guitar 40 years ago and played "Ripple" as the recessional at our wedding 36 years ago - who I hadn't seen in 26 years. Much good food, much good conversation, much enjoyment of California's legal status. But somehow, he seems to turned into an old man since last we met; sure glad that didn't happen to me.....
Then to Phoenix for 2 days with Her stepmother (mostly spent a casino; she loves to gamble, but can't see well enough to get there on her own any more), then headed home with the intent of spending as much time on old US 66 as possible. Just short of the NM line it started raining. A minute later it was snow, 2 minutes after that there was 2" on the ground. Fortunately it only lasted about a mile or so (just enough for t a driver on I-40, which were next to at that point, to lay his fully loaded carhauler on its side across all the west-bound lanes), but it kept raining.
I was jumping on 66 where I could, but my navigator lacked both the patience & the enthusiasm for the project to make it fully enjoyable, the weather was crap, and we were wanting to get home, so I got on it less as we went. Got to Amarillo that night & stayed there.
Got up in the AM & headed out - still raining. Hit 66 some in OK (including a wonderful lunch at a locally-owned BBQ joint), then did the whole length of 66 in KS - which took about 15 minutes.
Holed up in Rolla, MO for the night. Next morning, it had stopped finally raining. This was because it had changed to snow, which got heavier and heavier as went. Got home Sunday at 14:30 to 4" in the driveway - which was gone by yesterday PM.
Peter
Below:
1) Denver; Kane (3½) & Oliver (6)
2) Sacramento; back row (L-R) Dad, Nona, Granddude. Middle row, Reese, Rooney, Jake. Front row, Walter, Charlie.
3) DHS; Picking with Tex
4) Winslow; hanging with Jackson