moving. it's one of the things in life that can cause high levels of stress. in my case, much of it is self-induced.
after luxuriating in the time spent with friends on the day prior to our departure, i had
right. in what reality, you might ask, would this have actually happened?
i will spare you and my memory the sordid details and reasoning, but suffice it to say we did not depart our fair city of woodland until approximately 5:00 p.m. the moving cards were sitting in a bag, unsealed, unstamped, and unaddressed and most definitely not ready to take to the post office, which was already closed, i think. the truck did get picked up, the apartment was left in decent shape, not to my usual standards, but i was working with a deadline, two children, a rabbit, a fish, and a temperamental vacuum cleaner. thanks to the excellent planning of my husband, we had already acquired our transportation for the members of our household, a fancy-schmancy minivan with ever so many buttons to automatically do this and that. in the end, we pretty much tossed everybody and everything leftover from the truck into it and left.
driving down to merced was fine. even getting to mariposa was ok. but that last stretch to midpines, in the dark, following a winding road with few other vehicles on it, was pretty tough. i just kept hoping that our room was as comfortable as had been advertised. it was, but i was too tired to take any pictures of it, so you'll just have to look at the image of the private room private bath two queens here. ander had already fallen asleep in the minivan, and he fortunately fell back asleep on the couch after we made our way in the dark from our parking space to the cabin. it didn't take the rest of us very long to be tucked into bed and snoring away.
when steve and i first checked in that night, we knew diana would want to come into the main building to see the gift shop. sitting right on the desk was a large black tarantula encased in acrylic. a similarly-preserved scorpion sat nearby. the next morning she was as enamored as we predicted.
the yosemite bug was an ideal place for diana. she appreciates insects of many kinds, and her appreciation is greatest when said insect is not, in fact, living, or is, in fact, in a safely enclosed space. acrylic was, therefore, an excellent medium for examining the deceased yet fully intact arthropods. resins are also useful when displaying insects in a lovely, unusual way, such as in jewelry (we have both worn her new insect necklace on the trip.)
|bugs like these do not bug her|
margaret the gps was in some kind of mood on that second morning of our adventure. as we exited the yosemite bug she took us some roundabout way up into the mountains, well off the paved roads; heck, well off unpaved roads and right onto grass. maybe she was irritated that we had come so far but would not be driving into yosemite itself to view any of the spectacular waterfalls. steve finally got us back on track and on our long way down to to san marcos.
|seriously, we followed the gps directions up this road until the road abruptly disappeared. so we came back down.|
|nice view, though. yosemite valley, i surmise.|
|after being in such a forested, mountainous area in midpines, i was startled to see flat land appear almost out of nowhere, complete with cattle|
|ander in his luxurious car seat|
|we may not have hiked in yosemite, but at least we could see what we missed|
|the view from diana's vantage point|
|rowenne, diana's betta, traveled the first two days in a bug gulp cup from 7-eleven. we thought it would be more comfortable for him instead of sloshing around in his tank.|
|mama driving through the transverse mountains north of los angeles, at least according to wikipedia|
|our last view of the pacific. we'll be heading from sea to shining sea on this voyage.|
a little later than we hoped, we arrived to see grandpa ralph, mema, and uncle martin. we got to ooh and aah over mema's sewing room and grandpa's jewelry-making workshop and admire the setup of their hydroponic garden. oh, and take turns climbing up on martin's cool scooter.
|why is a scooter such a big deal for ander? well, one of his favorite episodes from carl sagan's cosmos series involves einstein's theory of relativity as demonstrated on a motor scooter.|
after an arduous wait at the old spaghetti factory for dinner, we wrapped up our short but happy visit and tumbled into bed.
|ralph, ander, diana, jeannie, and martin|
|martin & steve|
|ander wanted to try taking a photo, too. we kept encouraging him to come closer, but he stepped back. i guess he had different ideas about what should be in the picture. i like that he included the purple sofa.|
day 1 - woodland, ca to yosemite bug = 178 miles
day 2 - to san marcos, ca = 390 miles
miles traveled after day 2 = 568
on to the next travel post