Well, the second worst part of the trip is over, and Peter and I have
successfully escaped the Bay Area (the worst part, of course, will be
the same 150 miles on the way back home).
We’re having lunch at Blondie’s Frosty, a tiny hole-in-the-wall burger
stand at the intersection of Hwys 4 and 49 in Angels Camp. Kathleen
brought us here, and on this route in general, when we rode to Reno
together in June, so I’ve been thinking of her quite a bit today. 🙂