So, after a two hour delay leaving Boston (there was a light on the dashboard that wouldn’t light up) and another delay in which the second leg out of Dulles was diverted to Chattanooga (there were storms over Atlanta, and we didn’t have enough fuel to circle as long as they wanted us to), I made it to Atlanta in time to shovel down some extremely welcome Mexican food, shower, sleep, then get back up again at four to go catch the flight via Denver to Sacramento.
[Edited 26-Apr to add pics ! A last bit of Spring in our yard; a self portrait via some Art at Logan; bye-bye to Boston; hello to… Chattanooga. They couldn’t let us out of the plane, but they could let us taste the breeze in the open doorway. It’s a cute little airport, Chattanooga.]
–After this winter in Boston, my eyes have been thirsting for green, and Chattanooga was like diving into a clear, deep lake. So incredibly lush.
–The restrooms in the Denver airport double as tornado shelters. Dulles, by contrast, has “external automatic defibrillators” the way most sensible public buildings have fire extinguishers. I’m not sure what to make of that.
The flight(s) to Sacramento with my mom went quite smoothly by contrast (Frontier Airlines has photos of critters-of-the-West on the tails of their planes, and for the second leg we got to fly in the one with the pretty paint mustang. Yay !). We arrived in the morning, scooped up my brother’s family (my niece has the *best* pre-school) and did a whirlwind tour of some of the San Francisco area attractions: Mt. Tamalpais (affectionately known by the locals as “Mt. Tam” — hee !), where we saw hang gliders, poppies, and the wind skittering through the grass like a swarm of invisible weasels (poetic metaphor is not my middle name); and Muir woods, where we walked (or frolicked, as the case may be) among redwoods, ferns, horsetail, and a lot of lovely green moss. (More precious GREEEEEN !) Rush hour persuaded us that the better part of valor lay in driving from there *into* SF to admire the sea lion colony that has taken over K-dock, and to have dinner at “Bubba Gump’s Shrimp Co.”, a theme restaurant based on Forrest Gump. I think I may be the only person in the US — almost certainly the only one in the restaurant — who hasn’t seen it. (They *did* actually come around with a pop quiz of movie trivia — luckily my sister-in-law Amy *has* seen it and could answer. I wonder if they’d have thrown us out if we didn’t pass ?)
[More pics ! From Mt. Tam, Muir Woods (that’s a banana slug, BTW) and Fisherman’s Wharf. Woot !]
We didn’t get back to Sacramento until we were all pretty well ready to drop from exhaustion — my mother and I for having a day that started several hours earlier than anyone else’s, my brother for having worked third shift right before coming along on this safari. The kids did remarkably well. My niece, Alora, who is three, and is uncontestably the cutest three-year-old on the planet, no really, was the only one really awake enough to drive by the end, but we did manage to get back alive. (Alora spent a good deal of the journey wondering, “Is this San Francisco ?” Even when we were finally able to tell her, “Yes, Alora, this is San Francisco”, I don’t think she quite believed us, since there wasn’t a fifty foot high blue alien named “Stitch” rampaging around.)
Some pictures later, maybe, if I can get Amy’s computer to talk to my camera…