On June 23rd, leaving graduations and Las Vegas behind, I flew my youngest grandson to Sacramento with me. With a seven year old’s sense of adventure, through his eyes, I enjoyed the planes landing at the airport; the monitors, the hustle and bustle. I enjoyed him while he enjoyed the tube, the luggage loaders, the servers, then the fabulous terrain out the window from the air. Not an ounce of fear for his first flight in memory, just fascination with cars turned to toys, tiny buildings, etched roads and patchwork fields. Once the terrain out the window became repetitious, he tried for a nap.
I watched his eyes widen at the sight of the luggage sculpture. “Grandma, those suitcases are gonna fall!!”
We paused at my daughter’s house to check on the chickens, cats and garden, then immediately drove to Lake County, North of Willits, to join them at their cabin. Its located five miles off the highway in a breath-taking valley with a river running through it. It’s also a dead zone for phone and internet. Peaceful, quiet, solitude for we adults; fascinating exploration for kids. To introduce a new experience to a seven year old allows us to be kids again and share their sense of wonder.
I drove back to Murphys; home for a family reunion. These pages will be dead spots here and there for awhile as well as I get caught up.