more story than pictures . . .
I was an odd kid. I loved Sunday drives with my family. They were pretty. And quiet. A lovely respite for me from the constant chatter of my mom & sister. My dad loved California, having moved here in 1938, when he was 12. He liked wilderness and trees and he drove us some fun places.
So last Sunday I drove my daughter & her boyfriend North. It was a beautiful day for a drive. At the Flea Market sign I got some interest. My daughter has been dragged to so many flea markets and they aren't her thing. Who knew her boyfriend was such a sport? We stopped.
Not my usual flea market. Here we saw beautiful First Communion
. . . and Quincenera dresses!
. . . and the young men selling them.
They were teasing each other about being in my photographs, so I made them both stand still for this one. I probably should have gotten vegetables also, but my daughter was worried they were making fun of us so I took this quick. They weren't making fun, they were just cute kids. When I pointed out that she & I know enough Spanish to know when we are being dis-ed, she was ok!
On through Napa, Healdsburg, St Helena . . . wine country.
We didn't stop at any wineries or vineyards. Nor did I take photos. Trust me, it was beautiful, even with the grapevines dormant!
Almost 40 years ago, when I met my husband, this was a sleepy little town. We used to come here on our days off from summer camp to do laundry and get soup at a cool organic, vegetarian restaurant.
I wanted to live here, heck, I still do. But my DH has never thought there would be enough work for a jazz musician. He's probably right, but I get nostalgic for the life that might have been whenever I visit.
Redwoods, looking up
Up over the hill we drove to Middletown, the former home of the summer camp where my chosen family (as opposed to birth family) began. I met my husband there, and years later our son, age 9, & daughter, age 6, started going. They spent three summers, loving the place every bit as much as we had!
We drove back on the Silverado Trail. I love that name, so romantic. Years ago it was rural and western. Today its mostly wineries and vineyards. It's still beautiful and it was a lovely day spent with my dearest daughter and her equally dearest young man. This was an absolute perfect day for me!