Well here weare in Tracy CA. 

Our trip down was a bit more exciting then we figured. We saw a hay truck overturned on 101 and then later saw a pickup truck overturned on hwy 1.

We never made wine country, instead we went to a couple beaches and got our toes worm in the sand.  A nice relaxing event after the roller coaster ride of Hwy 1.  The road is several degrees above twisty.  It was fun in a knuckle biting hair raising screaming in agony sort of way.

Tomorrow I will post pictures and republish this.

But before I do let me say a quick word on tenacity.  Yesterday I noted that the redwood trees embodied that spirit with their refusal to die in adverse conditions.

Well I have to say that the trees have nothing on the people.  We passed through tiny little places where you just had to wonder what keeps the towns alive, they are so small and so remote.

And the answer is easy to tell, when you stop and look.  It is love.  People just seem to love these little communities in the middle of no where.

And somehow they survive.  Oh sure, there are the huge houses on the hills, that speak of a rich person’s reclusive desires, but there were also houses that are candidly in poor shape, which speak slightly more simple.

People amaze me.  Period.

More coming soon, but I am pooped for now.

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