We rolled into Modesto around 4pm yesterday afternoon after the most circuitous route known to man. Glen wanted to go by a scenic route. He asked brother-in-law Marc and he said to go through South Tahoe and by Kirkwood. Glen set the GPS on Rocinante with our destination's address and picked the route. The problem with Rocinante's GPS is that it does not give a preview of the trips. You have to completely trust where you are being taken.
MISTAKE. We hit every numbered route possible except the one we were trying to hit, no modern highways and, quite a few non numbered roads that were nothing more than questionable rural roads to nowhere. We never saw Kirkwood nor the hwy (88) it is on. I am pretty sure even the locals did not know you could get to Modesto that way. The GPS on my phone said the trip would take 3 1/2 hours, our trip took 6 1/2 hours of sometimes pretty, sometimes scary and sometimes "are you kidding me?" roads. We did stop in South Lake Tahoe for a delicious lunch.
That behind us, we arrived to a wonderful greeting of smiles, hugs and kisses. The next couple hours were spent on the couch looking at old family pictures and many memories. The side by side pictures below are Glen on the left and 1 year old grandson Cove (aka Higgins as Glen calls him) on the right. Quite a startling and cute comparison.
Today we traveled the 90 miles to San Francisco with John and Diane to take a double decker bus tour and eat some clam chowder at fisherman's wharf. It was a great day culminating in take home pizza and beer. Sometimes it is the simply things that make the day.
Tomorrow after goodbyes that will be hard, we will continue to head south.
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| Glen approximately 1953, Cove Aug 2018 |
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| Looking at pictures with Uncle Johnny |
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| Alcatraz in the background |
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| John, Diane, Glen and Debbie |
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| Double decker bus |
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