We all got up early enough to shovel a warm breakfast down our throats in preparation for the trip north to Travis. It was not a minor trip for us old folks – 5-7 hours dodging maniacs is not a walk in the park for most people because of the random idiots who think bad driving is a skill. Thankfully, most of those we encountered on this trip were sane and stayed within 10-20 mph of the speed limit meaning we moved along at 70-90 mph for most of the trip.
I began the drive which is unusual for us because Diane is normally the pilot. But her broken arm was giving her fits so she didn’t need that distraction while navigating through LA traffic. We left the big city at 1000 and as we progressed, one thing led to another and I wound up driving for 4.5 hours, almost to Stockton, pretty much non-stop. When we did stop for a Rest Area, Diane took over and had me look for a place where we could sit down and have a decent meal.
I chose Sizzler, the one in Stockton, and directed the driver to that location. It was a very nice one and we all really enjoyed the restful, nourishing delay. It made the remainder of the trip, about 2 more hours, much easier to endure. Getting to the base was via a very bumpy road. We were glad when we reached the gate and an adorable security airman directed us to the Air Force Inn. “Signs are hard to see so just go straight ahead and it’s at the 5th light, on the left.” Excellent directions.
I got us checked in – one room for the girls, one for me and Diane. We’re in room 4040 and they’re in 4041, directly across the hall from us. How handy. Considering that we at late, and didn’t get to our rooms until 6-something pm, I didn’t figure there would be any major food purchase this evening. We have snacky stuff if anyone wants it.
I’m done for today. Apparently I’m getting too old for this stuff. Tomorrow will be spent at a more sedate pace after we get past San Francisco, on our way to Fort Bragg on Highway 1.