Heidi waves Good Bye in the back. |
Shasta is a big mountain but a small town.
The hills between Sacramento and San Francisco, usually brown and bleak were green and rolling; spring is a nice time to see them.
We drove across the Bay Bridge to surprisingly little traffic.
We drove across the Bay Bridge to surprisingly little traffic.
But things got more crowded as we drove down the peninsula. And people down here drive like maniacs. We were going the speed limit and they were passing on both sides; they wouldn't even let us move over to the right.
We got to San Mateo @ 1630, well ahead of schedule, and were able to help celebrate Cousin John's 14th birthday.
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