Sonoma’s the turn — we’re now headed east for the first time in a long time. East, generally, with zigs and zags, of course, but east nonetheless. Not west. There’s no more west to be had.
We’ve pushed across the state already, hungover after a fun wedding, and laid-up outside Yosemite. Yosemite promised to be crazy. Before plunging in, we had coffee and WiFi at Mountain Sage coffee shop. If it had been later in the day, we would have stopped at the Iron Door Saloon, the oldest continuously-operated bar in California (supposedly), for our other favorite chemical.
After Yosemite, we’ll drive past Mono Lake, Lake Tahoe, and head to Reno. We’ll take the Loneliest Road in America across Nevada and stop at Great Basin National Park, one of the least-visited parks. Then we’ll cross Utah, stop at Dinosaur National Monument, bounce through Colorado and the Rocky Mountains one last time before pushing to Kansas City, the Midwest, then flying to London.
And then … cripes. And then? We have to figure that out.
Current plan is to catch our breath in Ithaca, New York for a bit and figure out how to keep this travel thing going, head to Mexico, then Cuba, kayak through the Panama Canal, sip wine in Chile, explore Patagonia. Then live for a bit in Bangalore, India. Pop over to Sri Lanka, Japan, China, Australia, New Zealand. Bounce through Europe and Spain, Germany, Norway, Portugal. Return to Paris. And, I almost forgot, stop in St. Petersburg and Moscow for a vodka or two or twenty.
Soon we’ll be through Utah and back into the land of the lotto. Or maybe we’ll get lucky in Reno.