I had one last summer fling over Labor Day. A Road Trip!
We drove north and east to intersect with Interstate 5 which runs from the Mexican border to the Canadian border. Fillmore. Castaic. Lebec. The Grapevine. All these place names are like familiar friends. The San Joaquin Valley.
Stockton. Sacramento. Williams. Red Bluff. Redding.
Northern California is a place of childhood memories for me. Camping in the Redwoods. Visiting a great aunt in Yreka. (Did you know there is a YREKA BAKERY? It's a palindrome!) Dunsmuir, a small town where the Sacramento River runs swiftly through the mountains.
So you can understand why I am dragging my feet about jumping in to autumn.