Back from vacation.

Went to California to visit the wife's auntie. Flew into Sacramento, drove to Stockton for the visit, went on to Springs Valley, then Pioneer, Kirkwood, back to Pioneer, over to Berkeley, and back to Sacramento.

Visited Auntie Molly, Auntie Sandi and Uncle Dan, Cheryl and Duncan, the Mayberries.

Stockton was kind of cool. OLD downtown, lots of trains. Tons of orchards just outside the city. Kind of weird to drive through orchard after orchard after orchard. Springs Valley was like that, too, except where it turned hilly. Then the trees were replaced by cows.

Pioneer and Jackson are beautiful old towns along Highway 88, which follows an old stagecoach trail. You still see the old stagecoach stations along the road.

Kirkwood is a ski resort. Didn't ski because it was raining buckets, and no effing way am I going skiing in the rain. That's what I call freezin' dicks cold. And I don't like that kind of cold.

Berkeley was disappointing. Dirty. Not cool and bohemian like it was when I was a kid. The suck.

The highlight of the trip was the Raider game we went to. NICE! even though we lost. But that's a post of its own.