Sequoia and Kings Canyon

What a pleasure to take our RV into a national park. Our campsite was surrounded by towering trees and the scent of pine. With no electricity or water, we just had to do a little rationing, well worth the small inconvenience for the pleasure of being in such a lovely forest.

Sequoia National Park provided the trees Dave sought. We paid proper respect to General Sherman, the largest tree by volume, height and girth, in the world. Sequoia trees are not just big, they are also beautiful with their foliage swaying way above our heads.

In travel, we all discover that cherry on top of the sundae, the extra treat beyond the main dish. For us it was the Discovery Tour of Crystal Cave. Our guide first told us of the Monachee who made their home in the area. Then, giving us each a flashlight, he led us through the spider web gate on a tour of the caves. While providing some history and geological background, he let us find the marvels of the deep on our own. With just our flashlights and flash cameras we felt a hint of the wonder that early explorers experienced.



As another “treat” in the park, we came as close as we dared to a black bear. We followed her on the road, from the safety of our car, as she went to join her two cubs up feasting in a shrub.

Adjacent to Sequoia is Kings Canyon National Park. We drove to the end of the trail, the last stop before having to foot it over the Sierras. The V-shaped canyon was filled with smoke which, ironically, added to the beauty of the area.

General Grant stands in the midst of a large grove of sequoias, some named for various states. The walk through the grove is quiet, lovely, and intimidating, those trees are really big.

We took short paths to two waterfalls, still beautiful because of the late winter in the Sierras.


While Jerry, Anna Lee, and Cheryl opted to enjoy the view from comfortable chairs in the campsite, Dave went off and found himself another bear and a deer. Between the four of us, we took over a thousand pictures in four days and found what we wanted and more.

Family Time

Our daughter and son-in-law came to tour a bit of California with us. Since Cheryl was raised here, we let Dave choose the sights. He said, “trees” which we understood as sequoias. They also wanted to go to Monterey, so we loaded up the RV and headed to the Bay Area to pick them up.


We met at Edie (Cheryl’s matron-of-honor) and Matt’s where we got to see their three charming daughters. We enjoyed catching up on their lives over a delicious dinner at China Villa in Dublin.











The next morning we set out for Monterey. The weather was sunny and the sky was clear as we strolled through Point Lobos searching for seals and otters and beautiful vistas. Cheryl spotted the distant spout of a whale.



With our appetite stirred by the walk, we dined at Crown and Anchor, a British style alehouse. The chef took advantage of the great seafood swimming nearby creating a wonderful sole stuffed with shrimp and crab. His non-fish preparations were not as good.







The next day, waking up surrounded by coastal fog, we headed indoors to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Photos are better than words to describe this outstanding facility.







Resting our weary feet from all the walking in the aquarium, we took a rocky trolley ride that went repeatedly past some of the historic buildings of this 240-year-old town.

We then enjoyed an early anniversary dinner (seven years for the couple) at Montrio. From appetizers through dessert, every dish was outstanding.

Friendships, we enjoy those friendships

The absolute best part of traveling the country in our motor home are the friendships we have formed. We had a chance to visit with two of these friends when they were traveling through Northern California. We first met Joe and Bonnie on our Maritime trip and have enjoyed visiting them in Tucson. This time, after much negotiation, we got together for lunch in Truckee. After five hours of non-stop talking, we started planning where next to continue the conversation.


When we met Trudy and Marvin in Michigan last May, it seemed more like seeing old friends rather than finding new ones. We just fit in so well together. Via the internet they also met our friends and neighbors Mark and Ellen and were together at the International FMCA Convention in Bend, Oregon. Since they were driving through Sacramento, all six of us got together. With chefs Ellen and Jerry catering, we enjoyed brunching and conversing in Ellen’s Park (aka her garden). Again we discussed where to meet again.


We welcome emails and calls from more friends when they are in our area.

Many Happy Birthdays

Candles have been ablazing all week in celebration of the birthdays of six august people, Jerry and five women friends. Revelries began in The City (no offense to our East Coast friends, but SF is our The City), with lunch in the Haight. The streets are little changed from the ‘60 and the denizens are clones of their grandparents who first brought the long hair, colorful attire, and aroma of marijuana to the area.


These legs were across the street from our lunch stop.

















Our purpose for the day was to enjoy the Impressionist Collection from Musee D’Orsey in Paris. The de Young Museum is the only place in the country to house this collection during the renovation of the musee. On a personal note, Jerry has yet to accept the remodeled de Young. It was such as institution during his childhood that he is pained to see the changes but he has to admit, that nostalgia aside, the new building is a wonderful showcase for exhibits. The small sculpture garden is worth a visit.



The first of the two exhibits is of early Impressionists including Renoir, Monet, Manet, and Caillebotte. It is an understatement to say seeing these was wonderful. The groups of visitors were small enough that we could study the paintings at leisure. We will be back later in the year to enjoy Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Cézanne.

Friend Rita’s birthday dinner was at The Grand Cafe where we enjoyed a grand, and rare, experience, a very reasonably priced fine dinner in SF. Our three-course prix fixe dinner of onion soup, salad or escargot, followed by steak or salmon, and ending with profiterols was outstanding.

On Saturday we returned to Alexander’s Horseshoe Bar up the road in Loomis to celebrate Coral’s day. Dinner was good but the service was way below par. Fortunately, we four have decades of experience entertaining ourselves no matter what.


Sunday brunch was in honor of Jerry’s birthday and Steve and Rita’s anniversary. Sienna, up the road in El Dorado Hills, puts on a wonderful brunch at a fabulous price. We toasted all the celebrants with bottomless mimosa’s.


Then Anna Lee attended three birthday lunches for friends. Karen was feted at On the Border. After margaritas and lunch, the writer group Karen leads settled down to work, analyzing each others writing under her critical eye.


The week’s festivities ended with a joint Pat and Pat party. It was also a mini reunion for educators from San Juan USD. Over delicious salad and cake, the conversation ranged from years of memories in the district to politics and travel. Hostess Nancy did a great job of providing a celebration for the Pats.


You notice no ages were revealed, suffice it to say, temperatures were warm in the area

Life at Home

Life at home (for those of you who wonder about what we have been up to)

While life on the road is exciting and exotic, home offers its own adventures. We are enjoying a return to “normal” including book clubs, Shabbat dinners, Mexican Train, rubber stamping and bridge. Each of us has our own group and we also play as a couple (sometimes as “agreeable” partners). Jerry is back in his wood shop in the garage creating furniture and sawdust while Anna Lee stays in the house reading, knitting and writing (and too often doing nothing of import). We continue our great gig ushering at B Street Theater, a local company started by brothers Tim (Field of Dreams and West Wing) and Buck Busfield.

Being with at-home friends is the best part though. We visited a Buddhist exhibit of ancient relics that was both interesting and appropriately peaceful with longtime friends Steve and Rita.


They, Eddi and Dorit, and Saul and Donna and yours truly all laughed at Spamalot the Musical.

We volunteered at the Placer County State Fair exhibit annoying parents by giving out train whistles to their children (with the caution to put them away when asked to by mommy or daddy).

Our favorite part of the fair is the art and craft exhibit. Jerry, of course, likes to examine the industrial arts made by young students. We were amazed by this chair made by a thirteen-year-old girl who can’t have been in this country more than a few years. Jerry tried to recruit her for the school up in Fort Bragg.


Just as we do when traveling, dining is a major part of our lives. For those of you here and those of you whom we hope will visit us, Alexander’s Horseshoe Bar Restaurant in Loomis (a small rural town up Interstate 80) is our new favorite. If Anna Lee had had the camera, you would drool at the beautiful presentation of Boneless Chicken Breast wrapped in shoe string potatoes stuffed with goat cheese, spinach and served on a bed of ratatouille with tapanade and a basil sauce or the scallops on risotto. Let us know when you want to go and we’ll make the reservations.

Sometimes duty calls. Anna Lee was compelled to wake up before six for a two-hour plus drive to Napa. There, along with five other women from her book club, they worked their way through four wineries. Back in the early 90s, teaching at the same high school, Gaye, Pat, Polly and Susan formed a book club; Joann joined a bit later. While books are the main purpose, eating out and occasional field trips are wonderful complements to the meetings. In addition to brilliant literary critiques, these women really know how to create a picnic. It was a long, tough sixteen-hour day but we survived and can’t wait to do it again.




Jealous of Anna Lee’s wine tasting, Jerry (and Anna Lee) went to our community’s wine club. Fun time but not so great wine.

Home for now

Wearing layers of clothing and wrapped in a blanket, we shivered through the Fort Bragg Fireworks Display. This has to be one of the only places where the 4th (actually the 3rd here) of July is cold. Fort Bragg is a small town but they put on a nice display for Independence Day.

Prior to the fireworks we stuffed ourselves at the World’s Largest Salmon BBQ on Noyo Harbor between Fort Bragg and Mendocino. The salmon, corn, salad, and bread were delicious.


In the midst of this throng of people, we sat next to someone from Sacramento. No surprise, as this area is a great escape from the valley heat. The surprise was that the guy recognized Jerry, not by his face, but by his voice. The guy had worked for a former client and had been to court with Jerry many times.

The 4th was surprisingly warm. This part of the California coast is always cool and mostly foggy but everyone pulled shorts and tank tops out of the closet to bask in the almost hot day. That meant the Sacramento Valley where we live and are returning to was blazing (90s and 100s).

We enjoyed a left-leaning small town parade with bands, old cars, politicos, dogs, and off-key singers.



This car has been running around Mendocino for years and we keep wondering how it can move with all the decorations but are always fascinated by it.

Jerry reminds me there were scantily clad women dancing also.

Jerry’s class has ended and he has an interesting stool to show for it. I did finish my knitting and rewarded myself with more yarn.


Jerry writes:
Two weeks of intense woodworking instruction is over. Again, many would say that making a stool is not much. The school has as its title “Fine Woodworking”. This means that your joints have to go together so there is no gap, dovetails have to be hand cut and clean and parts have to fit together exactly. You learn that you just can’t cut it on a table saw and expect that it will satisfy the instructors. One of the exercises in making the stool was taking a square piece of stock and, with a hand plane, make it perfectly round. If any of you would like to try this some time, come on by and I will loan you a plane to work with. The best lesson of all was that it is not just the stool that you learn to make but the process is what is important. While it took Yeung 15 minutes to make his, mine may require 15 days but my skills did improve.
In case you were wondering, a lawyer was not the only professional in the class. We had three computer guys, two doctors including a surgeon, and a couple of teachers. I think I was the oldest but whose counting. Anna Lee adds: and not all the students were male, two ladies who held their own with all the testosterone in the shop.
That said, I did finish the stool.

I brought it home in pieces and have a bit of fitting work to do and then glue it up. Don’t know what we will do with it but I am sure it will find a home.
This closes another chapter of the blog. Stay tuned. We will add anything momentous that occurs here at home and will be back on the road the end of August with Cheryl and Dave.

Schools Out

The sun came out, the fog left and the chill lessened. We enjoyed playing tourists over the weekend, starting with an excellent history tour of Mendocino. In the forty plus years we have come up here, we were too busy having a good time to learn about the town.

Jeff, our guide, made learning about the town a good time. From its early days as a lumbering town to its virtual abandonment during the depression to its revival as an art community by SF beatniks to its tourist and art status today, the buildings have remained. They bear the names of those early lumber families such as Kelley, Ford and Mac Callum and those who supported them, such as Doctor Whitegate.
Our visit to the Dao temple was most interesting. Over the years we had gone by the small colorful building but ignored it. Inside, the temple is filled with the small statues, incense, and tributes, in paper and produce, that are part of the Dao ritual. The docent and her sister are the sole remaining descendants of the early Chinese community that lived on the outskirts of town.











Jeff led us quietly into the Presbyterian Church, where choral rehearsal for the Mendocino Music Festival was in session, to see the bell pull. No ordinary pull this one. Instead it is a one-of-a-kind history of the USA in macrame, including muted colors for the Great Depression, the glaring brightness of the Age of Aquarius and culminating with a piece of tile from the space shuttle.











After lunch at the Mendo Deli, we wandered the shops of town. There used to be three excellent galleries that included wood furniture in the exhibits. That number is down to one but what beautiful pieces they have. We were also attracted to the word “sale” in a clothing shop (souvenirs). After all that walking, we just had to have a bit of ice cream to rejuvenate.
As with the history tour, we made a discovery of an Italian seafood restaurant that had only been in Noyo Harbor for sixty years. Family run, the atmosphere was as good as the food. The proprietor, a third-generation matron, expects us back again this week.


The Noyo River flows between Mendocino and Fort Bragg. The tiny fishing village suffers from the ban on salmon fishing. Crab boats and tourism keep it going. Jerry recalled fishing trips with Saul and whaling viewing with Anna Lee (both trips included unhappy tummies, though not for Jerry.)
On Sunday, we drove the spectacular Highway 1 down the coast. Then we turned inland along the windy, tree lined road to Hendy Woods State Park and walked trails through towering old growth redwoods. In case you were wondering, Anna Lee still likes to hug the trees.

These, and others in state and national parks, are but a small remnant of the giants that once filled the west coast from California to Washington.