My daughter, Vanessa, was visiting and it was pouring rain. We weren’t up for the mall, so we took the drive down 99, in search of relaxation. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do, joining other crazies on the freeway during a rainstorm, but we were rewarded with a dry spell while we were actually exploring the Loop and a sort of magical, cleansed quality.
The San Joaquin River is amazing through this area; wide and rambling at many points then more narrow and humble at others. Kushman wrote about the places to eat, but we didn’t visit any of those. Instead, we crawled along at 15 and 20 mph, searching for buried treasure in the marinas along the way. We found it.
The area made me think of the Mississippi River – or my perception of it – with its lazy days and ways; Mark Twain revisited.
We did find several RV resorts and since I live in an RV, I was enthralled by those possibilities as well. How would I commute to Sacramento? I had to give up the dream – for now.