A Day of Many Miles

As I mentioned yesterday, we'd forgotten how long yesterday's drive would be. It was right around 400 miles, and we were pooped pups by the time we got in. Sadie started her morning where she always does...snuggled up on a quilt. She especially likes this Shop Hop quilt. She likes looking at the blocks and reminding us she has been to all of the places shown.

It was a day of driving and wide open spaces. This next image was taken just as we were leaving the RV park, and it pretty well sums up the choices in scenery.

As we headed south, we were amused by the jet trails we saw. We were just north of Sacramento, and so I imagine these were flights heading in and out of the state capital.

Along our way, we saw bazillions of migrating birds. You can see a sampling in the white streak crossing the middle of the image below.

There were also dozens of hawks perched on fence posts as we went by. One can only think there are a lot of mice in those fields. This is an agricultural area, seemingly dedicated mostly to almonds and rice, but there were other crops growing as well.

There weren't many barns, but I did capture a few.

When we reached Sacramento, we drove through dense fog for quite some time. In the image below, we crossed the delta of the Sacramento River. Those are rice fields you see.

The fog brought an end to my picture taking for the day. When we were out of the fog, the sun was low in the sky, and any pictures would have been silhouettes against the bright sky. Smitty was exhausted after so much driving. He hopped up on his hammock for a nice evening nap.

We will reach Pahrump, Nevada, today, and then we'll stay put for two weeks. We're looking forward to getting off the road and relaxing into less hectic mornings and less road grime. We'll be taking off again in a couple of hours.

We've been very careful in all of our interactions in California, using hand sanitizer obsessively and wearing masks whenever we are outside and interacting with others. Those interactions have been few. Mike is only out when he's putting fuel in the truck, and that can be done without going inside any structures to pay. I had to speak with someone last night and the night before when checking into the RV park. The first park was using precautions, but surprisingly, the woman in the RV park where we are now was not wearing a mask when I checked in. She stood no more than three feet away from me, although there was a counter between us. And wouldn't you think that in an area this close to Los Angeles where the virus is perhaps worse than anywhere else on the planet, someone interacting with the traveling public would want to protect herself and others? Yeesh. If we get sick, I'm blaming her. 

So on that happy note, I'll leave you for the morning. By tomorrow, we'll be stopped dead in our tracks for a while. Kitty walks are on the horizon. Sewing is sure to follow.