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Published: July 15th 2017
Although we have taken this drive many times, It felt a little different today. Perhaps reflective of my mood, bittersweet, a little poignant. Knowing that I am leaving the State that I have called home for the past 27 years makes me want to remember every detail as we drive. San Francisco, as majestic as always with it's mixture of old and new architecture. I lived there for 7 years but the City feels alien to me now. It seems that the skyline is never satisfied with its appearance no matter how beautiful, and new structures reach like fingers ever higher into the sky. Traffic is relatively light for the Bay and we are on the Bay Bridge without much waiting. The kids seem unimpressed with my explanations of cable-stay versus suspension bridges but I'm sure it resonated somewhere. Before long we are back in Sacramento, our home for the past 3 years, although truthfully I never felt a connection to this area. One quick stop at the bank and the last of our practical obligations are taken care of. It's Bohemian from here on out!
Before long we are ascending and the landscape quickly changes. Rolling golden hills of
dry grass and the California Oaks I am so familiar with. Soon pine trees begin to intersperse themselves and then as if by magic, you realize you are in the rugged and spectacular Sierra Nevada. I have loved these mountains since the first time I saw them. I remember taking a trip to Tahoe with my Dad who was visiting from England. I couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful and enormous the peaks were, having nothing to compare them to from my childhood in the U.K. It's great to see there are still patches of snow on the peaks, a reminder of the abundant Winter that passed with it's replenishing waters. A quick stop at the summit and a plaque reminding of the ill-fated Donner party. Remind me to make sure we have enough snacks for the Kids! We spy a Vista point and pull over. I want a picture of all of us along with our excessive collection of bags which are now ratchet-strapped to a hastily purchased cargo carrier. As a side note, to those of you would-be continent crossers, consider how many suitcases you will have when you are ready to get to the airport. As it turns
out, 8 is excessive for your average SUV. I have a brilliant idea - "Let's make a pact to stop at every vista point we see on our trip" I enthuse to Antonio. Ever practical and accommodating, he agrees but suggests that I consider things more carefully before making any more proclamations.
Reno unfolds in the valley before us. Ever a juxtaposition with it's man-made efforts to dazzle and impress, surrounded by the passive beauty of the desert mountains. Our home for the night is the Atlantis Resort and Casino which I highly recommend. The kids and I enjoy the pools while Antonio makes for the Spa for a well-deserved massage. As I suspect you will learn from future writings, Antonio is the rock of our family. Ever thoughtful and concerned with our welfare, practical, hard-working and patient. It is he who keeps inventory in our new world of suitcases and I am happy to give him a well deserved break. Dinner is all-you-care-to-eat Sushi of which we are quite partial. Although we order spaghetti for the kids, they quickly dismiss it in favor of the fish. Who can blame them. Although my plan to win all the money
needed to pay for the rest of the trip didn't quite come to fruition (I'll get you next time Atlantis)! We had a pleasant evening. Tomorrow is almost 500 miles to Twin Falls, Idaho so a good night's rest is on the menu.
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