Forever Paisley

Twenty two days on the road and we were just 181 miles from our destination. San Francisco greeted us with bumper-to-bumper traffic, but after that it was just rolling hills, a waft of cow manure and the night sky.  We’d made it to Petaluma.

Thursday we headed to Slice of Life in Sebastopol.  Pesto pizza. Tofu tostada plate. Rice and steamed veggies.  Eating well on the road, continued.  After thirty minutes of staring at the last few bites before us the waitress was looking restless and our stomachs showed no signs of digesting any time soon. It was time to throw in the towel.  Tasha headed back to Petaluma to watch youngins while Angie and I were off to Armstrong Woods.

We made our way to Bullfrog Pond where we stopped to enjoy the views and spend some time with our good friend Jack Daniel’s.  What’s a birthday without whiskey anyways?  The rest of the evening was pretty low key.  After a brief stop at the dive bar we settled in for the night. By 10PM my newly acquired old lady status was making itself known. Without shame, I curled up and left it to Angie and Leanne to celebrate the rest of my birthday for me.  Judging by the empty champagne bottle that I spotted on the porch the next morning, I think they did all right.  Good job ladies.

Day 10,227.  Twenty eight, that’s so close to thirty.

Cherrettie