This time I need not hurry. And so it is in her honor that I 'resume' my Wanderlust, picking up with the next number after her illness shortened the previous trip. We are not seeking closure. We are seeking whatever we may find. For various reasons, it was a later than usual start.
Most people start the day in the morning.
And then only covered 190 miles. My overnight stay was in the forgotten town of Oroville. Which, of course, put the fabulous Feather River Canyon at my feet after breakfast. Seventy five miles of sweepers, painfully pretty scenery, and canyon walls so steep that the GPS could not find a satellite except directly overhead. Getting to Oroville, one has to pass through the part of California that would make a Japanese farmer cry.