Great Weekend in Central California

While I've spent quite a bit of time in the Los Angeles area and extreme northern California, my visits to the central part of the state has been sparse.  I've had a couple of brief weekends in San Francisco but never have had a chance to explore from the bay area.

With that in mind, I made plans to leave early Saturday morning in the direction of Yosemite National Park.  I've always wanted to go there since I was a barefoot kid reading about it from the pages lent from the bookmobile that would come by weekly in the summers in a very rural Louisiana.  Most people I knew had little if any knowledge of places like this and for years pronounced the name phonetically "Yose-Might" until I eventually heard it pronounced on TV.  Arggghh.......what a goober.

When I finally arrived, it was all that I thought it would be and more, although many of the areas were closed for the winter but I had a chance to see many of the sights I had seen pictures of.  Hopefully, I will be able to revisit in a warmer season when the leaves are bright and more wildlife shows itself.  Even though the bears were hibernating, I did manage to see several deer and a Red Wolf or a large Coyote.

When I arrived into the Yosemite valley, I could see the Half Dome, Yosemite Falls, Bridalveil Fall and El Capitan to name a few.

By noon, the sun had changed the lighting, eliminating much of the dramatic shadows and lured more visitors into the park.  That was my cue to head back to the Sonoma Valley.

Sunday morning, my rear was sore from a lot of riding from the day before so I stayed in to watch church online and eventually get out to turn in my car and get another....hey...it was dirty.  Well, that's not the real reason.  The rental agency gives free rentals for a certain amount of rentals and not days rented.  Anyway, after exchanging my car, I putted around Half Moon Bay and checked out the coast before heading back to the hotel.

Monday morning, I started out early in the direction of Carmel By The Sea.  I admit it was a gracious little spot on the shore and is a popular destination but it compared nothing to Hawaii and Maui in particular.

It was a great weekend but that many hours riding eats up a lot of gas.  Even though it was a company rental, the excursion fuel costs always goes on my ticket and in California, it isn't exactly cheap.  Maybe walking would be better, anyway.

Sonoma County

Having the week off between Christmas and New Years was one thing but the fact that the company had no place to send me for another week was wonderful but when they finally did call telling me to head out to Sonoma, California.........that was just plain icing on the cake.

While Sonoma rests in a valley and there are vineyards everywhere, the rolling hills are beautiful as well and never fail to impress.

I haven't had a chance to explore Northern California much but there's a three day weekend coming up and I plan to exhaust it to the complete end.

The birds sang, "Keawakapu, Keawakapu."

A light breeze blew across the parking lot and birds chirped as I stepped out at the grocery store here at home. The air was thick, humid and the skies were loaded with intermittent dark clouds contrasting the spots of blue and somehow, just for a brief moment, I could believe the birds were now singing, "Keawakapu, Keawakapu." (It would help to have spent some time in or near Kihei, Maui, HI)

Somewhere south of me the same sweet smell like that of the Puunene Sugar Mill on Maui filled the air but instead of the waves crashing on the south shore with Haleakela peaking through the clouds my world was substituted with the busy Airline Highway and Spanish Moss hanging from the Live Oak trees.

Soon, maybe soon my friends.

Frosty Morning In Dutchtown

It was 27°F and freezing here in south Louisiana this morning and thought I'd ride just for the heck of it. I'm on vacation this week and have few plans so I left Darlene and Devin (grandson) all huddled up under their covers. 27°F on a Harley with 50 mph winds makes the chill factor rather formidable.

Partially as a personal statement to the neighborhood, partially to the guy with the garage queen Harley a few doors down but mostly to give the 12 year old grandson some stories to tell his kids about me when I'm dead and gone, I fired Boudreaux up this morning for a run into town to the do-nut shop and just a few sights along one of the bayous.

I have to admit it was brisk for people like us who do not see a lot of cold weather but it was not overwhelming. It took a while before the tires stopped accentuating every crack in the road and the engine warmed enough that the choke wasn't necessary.

It really was pretty seeing the glistening grass and trees trying to shake off the very heavy frost while the crisp air made the heavy humid sky look like smoke. Egrets along the way were not quick to take flight as I and a few commuters passed and it seemed as if the world was at peace.

It was a nice ride but the family at home was expecting the cinnamon rolls and the folks along the bayous had been sufficiently disturbed.

Merry Christmas