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Or, down I-5.

To Grandma’s house we go.  Annual trek south for Mother’s Day, Mom’s birthday (this year, her 85th) and avoidance of Whole Earth Festival.  (Kidding on that last one… I used to enjoy WEF a lot.)

So, this characterized our day.

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Partially notable was the fact Peter drove, I rode shotgun and Jim snoozed in the back. When I wasn’t snoozing in the back. Partially because Peter only drove for a portion of the trip–the piece from Davis to the West Sac Subway (yes) and from Santa Nella to the Paso Robles cut off near Coalinga.  Just two out of the eightish hours.  The bloom is off the rose a bit, as he prefers reading and playing 2048 to keeping vigilant on the interstate.  Can’t blame him for that.  But shoot.. less  snooze time for us.

But, dang, he is great company.  Really great company.  Love that kid.