There is some advertisement for a luxury car with the tag line, “The Journey is the Destination.” I suppose that is a fair description of our very long trip home.
We left China Mountain House around 9:30. It was our first foggy day in Port Orford, and the very grayness helped nudge us to pack the car and depart. The dogs were particularly anxious. They always seem to fear that we will leave them behind. But we never do.
In fact, after about an hour on the road, we stopped at Samuel Boardman State Park to let them stretch their legs. This narrow park stretches on either side of the highway for about a dozen miles and it contains some of the best post card scenery of the southern Oregon coast.
We continued on through charmless cities Brookings and Crescent City. We went through the towns in the interior of Mendocino county. We stopped briefly in the redwoods because dogs ought to see California’s most majestic trees.
But would they look up and be inspired by these ancient solemn trees? No, siree, Bob. They only wanted to smell the ground!
The dogs had their final stretch break in Berkeley. Had we had more time I would have walked them around campus to help them improve their minds. But we were short of time, so they only were able to walk around the marina.
There had been some kind of kite festival earlier, and we there were still one or two kites in the air.
We drove a little further, and stopped to have a quick bite to eat at Panda Express in Brentwood. When I left the Bay Area in 1985, I am not sure there was even a town there. As night fell, took over the driving duties from John and I drove home down the long stretch of highway 5 and up the Grapevine. We arrived home at 1:30 am today.
So, here is to another road trip!
