Adventure 171: Stumpy Rides Again

This is a picture of Stumpy's knee

After two months of physical terrapy, the best holiday season ever, and a nearly tolerable bout with the dull, cold gray of Spokane's early winter, we arrived in San Jose, California at about one fifteen this afternoon. The sky was a delicious blue, a light warm sixty degree wind caressed us, and we were immediately met by the bright smile of Donna, a mother of two (not including her husband), a hard working independent cab driver. Her whole family came up from Los Angeles for Christmas (27 people in a two bedroom house). She rattled on about the love/hate nature of a close family in close quarters. On the way to Morgan Hill, she took a call from her son's teacher (She was checking to see if he had lied about his homework). I told her she was the kind of mother I liked. Our plane rides were perfect. The connections were on time, the wheel chairs were waiting to transport Stumpy, the air was calm, and the planes weren't quite full. The day was so clear, as we flew right by Mt. Hood, we could see the entire string of mountains south to the three Sisters as well as Mt. Saint Helen's and Adams to the north. As we entered the Bay Area, we flew directly over San Francisco, giving us a magnificent view of the city and quite a lot of the bay. The only snag we encountered was a dead battery in the truck, but fortunately a guy came out of the shop just in time to retrieve a jumper box, and now here we are at a little RV park we stayed in last time. We even went to the Taco shop for dinner (Again). I've just returned from a soak in the hot tub, where I sat basking in the warm bubbles under a perfectly clear sky. My only advice to the jealous: don't delay retirement. It's the same advice I gave those who used to heckle me about being a public leech: "There's still time for you to get into teaching!" Judy handled the flight well. Her knee is getting better all the time, and before we know it, she'll be sleeping through the night. Tomorrow we take a little detour to Los Banos to the Airstream dealer to take care of the recall problem that I'm not even sure we have, but better safe than sorry. After that, we're off to Carmel to see Clint Eastwood, which of course means that life is good, especially today.

 Best Holiday season ever!

 The princesses:)

 Frac shining in the shadow's.

 My selfie in the Maple Tree RV hot tub.

  Stumpy (Just a little camera shy).