I was in
Sonoma County last weekend, for the first time in decades. I was there for about two days to see relatives, and met a bunch that I'd never seen before, or at least not in a long time. (My family goes back to the 1840s in that area - something which is easy for me to forget. But even spending a little time there was a good reminder of the roots that I do have in the Santa Rosa area. )
And more than anything, I was (as always) struck by how
green Central and Northern California are - coming from Southern California, I felt like a visitor from Arrakis to a water planet (
They are so rich in water! I cannot imagine living in this kind of luxury!). The mini-Holiday Inn where I stayed on Old Redwood Highway in Windsor was next to a house with a herd of goats in the back lot - which is pretty typical for that area.
But I also found a good hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant in a shopping center a few blocks away (next to a supermarket that sold fresh chile rellenos at the deli).
On the way back, I took Highway 101, which is all pretty much home territory for me, all the way down the coast. I blew a rear tire south of Salinas, but it only took me about an hour and a half to get towed to a place where I got four new tires (something I should have done before I started out
). I pulled into Pismo Beach around 6:00 PM, with
Ebichu's Summer Deja Vu loud and on repeat on my car stereo, and got an order of fish and chips and a bowl of clam chowder (an absolute necessity when you're in Pismo), took a little time to cruise through Santa Maria (where I grew up
to the degree that I've ever grown up), and headed back down toward Southern California in light traffic.
This trip reminded me of how much I actually do like to travel, when I do get the chance - that's another one of those things that it's all too easy to forget.
If madness made us strong, we would all be invincible.