So, where to start....
After dropping the doggies at the boarding kennel for the weekend.
I was planning to stop and visit my fellow campground guru, Scott, in Lodi. When I arrived around 5pm it was still 100 plus degrees and the thought of staying in my tent was too much to handle. So I smartly checked into a local hotel
Well, that's the first lesson I learned early on Friday morning.
No point in worrying I set off to Guernville, CA.
I planned to arrive early as I had a short, shake the dust off, brick planned for the day.
At this point I offer up the following thoughts. If you need sleep, just drive Interstate 15 and 5 from Vegas to Napa. You'll be out in no time.
I probably am the only 52 year old woman that travels with a stuffed dog so she doesn't miss her real ones.
Home of Windmills.
I love windmills. I don't know why. But they had me thinking of the Don Quixote quote about "tilting at windmills".
“To tilt at windmills” meaning to pursue an unrealistic, impractical, or impossible goal.
“Tilting at windmills” carries connotations of engaging in a wildly unrealistic effort, an endeavor which may garner the admiration of onlookers but which usually strikes other people as delusional or rather eccentric."
Wow!! Me...Taking on a 70.3.
If you talked to my family and friends, they would definately tell you,
I was "Tilting at Windmills".