It was a beautiful day, and the Sierra foothills are glorious. We have fantastic roads right in our backyard here. It was 72 degrees when I left at about 9:30 am, and 86 when I got home around 1:30.
Normally, I don’t take 168 back, because a lot of it is freeway. Usually I cut over to Tollhouse from Auberry and come down Trimmer Springs Road or Piedra road, then back on the 180. But I need to pack for the drive to Texas.
I stopped in North Fork, a quaint little town, for a quick lunch of a cold leftover chicken breast and an apple I brought in my backpack. I chatted with a homeless guy who was enjoying a 40 at my lunch spot, and he told me about his days as a logger, and how he would ride a dirt bike up and down logging roads to get to the work site. He told me that these days, he wouldn’t “make it across the street” on a bike because he is never sober. “I’m not an alcoholic,” he said, “I’m a drunk.” Fair enough. As the sign says, North Fork is the exact center of the state.
There is a little freshwater cove on this ride where I often stop to rest in the shade and look at the water. Normally a peaceful spot, it was not peaceful today. People were everywhere. Picnicking, boating, fishing, and riding personal watercraft. So I didn’t even stop. So much for shelter at home. It is warmer than usual this weekend, and people are hitting lakes and rivers. I may get in the pool, where I can cool and rub fewer elbows.
My son and I will drive to Flagstaff tomorrow, then get to Denton Tuesday night. We have 3 days in Denton, and then a Uhaul full of his motorcycle and junk to drive home. They won’t let the cargo van leave the local area, so it will be a small truck that we won’t fill. No other choice.
I hope you are enjoying the weekend.