September 2, 2011

September 2, 2011

August is history and northern nights are turning cold. That is our signal to turn around and head south. We return to California and descend back into the Sacramento Valley. As we drive for many hours, I still can’t believe the number of orchard trees we pass. They are seemingly endless.

The highway (I-5) is in terrible condition. California is broke and probably can’t repave it. It’s amusing to see all the tomatoes on the side of the road, apparently bumped out of trucks by the potholes. I thought about stopping but Aimee nixed the plan. She is not cooking California “road kill”.

We spent the night at a nice county park on the bank of the San Joaquin River.