I think is how it is spelled. More than 200 miles south of San Francisco for sure.
It is early, but not too early to get some sleep. My day started with a drive to the SFVA which wouldn’t have been all that much of a hassle (we had been making the run from home to UCSF about 45 minutes including the coffee stop) except for one little bitty problem.
Well, it was more than a little problem. Someone or another hand managed to have an accident on the Freemont Exit Ramp right after the Bay Bridge. It closed down the two right lanes for several hours. And yes, that means west bound. So, instead of traffic flowing smoothly, the backup prior to the toll booth was horrible and the merge wasn’t any better. The ramp was declared clear about five minutes before we drove through that section. How long? About an hour and 45 minutes…..
Then I was entertained from 0900-1400 at the VA. George had come along since we were planning on heading south from there. It hadn’t made any sense for me to spend an hour driving home, then turn around and head south.
So there we went, down the Crosstown Highway followed by ?85? which merged into 101 upon which we drove for a long, long time. And yes, at 1430 in the afternoon – there was rush-hour traffic lasting all the way to Morgan Hill (which I think of as most of the way down Silicone Valley).
By the time I did the “continue on for 143 miles” I was pretty sick of driving. So we stopped here at one of those motor inns that seem to have sprung up like mushrooms across the west. Drive your car up to the outside. Climb the stairs on the inside.
After that – it was divide and conquer – I am stitching on a cross-stitch piece while George is watching the Cleveland Indians struggle against the NY Yankees… it was sooo close for a while.
Tomorrow we head to San Diego!