Those 70ish Girls

Trippy Road Trip- Day 1

My man (insert husband) and I started our road trip today listening to ‘60’s and ‘70’s music to cut the boredom of interstate driving. James Taylor, Jim Croci and Rick Nelson songs, to mention a few, sprang forth from our car’s speakers. “I got those steadily depressing, low down mind messing, workin at the car wash blues.” Dang, we forgot to wash the car. We did wash the front windshield though.

As we passed the towns, cities, lakes and rivers, we enjoyed oooing and awwwing (insert exclaiming) about the scenery. The San Joaquin and Sacramento Valleys are impressive as are the mountain ranges. The Sierras are majestic even though in the distance. The Sacramento River is full and wide. The reservoirs are also full after a rainy, stormy California winter. Though we complained about all the rain, it was a godsend after years of drought. The grasses are still golden brown across the flat agricultural areas and hillsides.

We did experience lots of traffic near large cities. In California, you notice more exits off the freeway are given depending on the population of the city. Stockton had 9 exits.

Ninny came along for the ride. For a dog, she is a great traveler and sleeps a lot only getting excited when we stop for restroom breaks. She’s always worried that we will leave her behind.

My husband is an excellent driver, but when I drive, look out. He’s not a backseat driver; he’s a front seat, “What are you doing?” kind of commenter. A good lyric from The Garden Party: “You can’t please everyone, So you gotta please yourself.” So I sped up hitting 85 mph.

We packed our own lunch at home before hitting the road. Hours into our trip, the apples, sandwiches and snacks tasted delicious. Plus we saved money and stops for food. That didn’t stop our comments about many fast food restaurants. If you see these restaurants from the freeway, it’s like a song chorus repeating over and over, because you see the same Starbucks, Mcdonalds, Chipotle, Panda Express and so on over and over. James Taylor sang: “Just call out my name, and you know wherever I am, I’ll come running to see you again.” Yes, again and again.

>We shall see what happens tomorrow (insert- I have no idea).