First, it was to be a solo motorcycle trip to Las Vegas and then on to Death Valley, camera in hand. Now it’s an airline flight to the rental car counter in Sacramento, where we’ll embark on a Northern California road trip to visit friends and family in Folsom, Oroville, South Lake Tahoe, Pittsburg, and Novato. We leave tomorrow and come home next Tuesday.
I decided to slip the motorcycle trip to April, but last night Donna said she’d like to drive up to Las Vegas to watch our grandaughter, the only freshman to make her high school’s varsity team, play softball. I suspect she has her eye on April. Oh, hell, I know she has her eye on April.
If I have to slip the motorcycle trip again, it’ll have to wait until October . . . between May and September, it’s just too damn hot to ride in this part of the country. This all sounds rather self-pitying, doesn’t it? At least I have a motorcycle!