After being woken up with little whiskers in my face, I packed up the little mess I made in the motel, checked out and left the gleaming casinos of Reno behind on my way to Walnut Creek, CA. That's, right. The WC.
The highway heads up into mountains of North Lake Tahoe passing Northstar and Doner Pass ski resorts soon after passing over the California state line which not so much as a welcome greeting or a little green sign with the news that you've entered the Golden State. Instead you are greeted with dozens of CHP patrol cars and many pissed off motorists pulled over on the side of the highway with a black and white parked right behind them.
I managed to avoid any troubles and passed through Sacramento, Vacaville, Vallejo, over the Carquinez Bridge in Benicia and right into Walnut Creek before 1pm.
I was heading for the apartment of my friend Jennifer who graciously offered me a place to stay while I figured out what I was doing with the rest of my life, potenially a very long time.
Leave a comment