"He was a bold man who first ate an oyster." - Jonathan Swift

We pulled out of Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park at 2 a.m. so we could get through the San Jose metro area before the standard morning grid lock. We got home about 1:30 after 600 miles, two meal stops, and a 45 minute nap.
And too much adventure.

Like when your headlights suddenly go out on a 2-lane mountain road at 2:30 a.m. I don't know if flipping the switch on/off/on/off or going from high to low beam repeatedly is what made them come back on. And when the same thing happened...twice...on the freeway a couple of hours later I again did everything I could think of. The chief suspect is the high/low beam switch in the steering column.
I was really glad to see the sun come up.

That same wiring harness, if it is the culprit, would also explain why the loud and annoying BEEEEP that warns of lights left on or key left in the ignition went off randomly as I drove up I-5.

Then there's the left side strut that holds up the rear lift gate. It froze in the extended position so when I closed the lift gate and it refused to compress the top attachment point broke and the end of the strut popped through the lift gate.

Yeah, I'm glad to be home and planning on being in bed early.

We really enjoyed seeing all our friends from the way-back Prunedale days. The only sadness was the people who weren't there. Some couldn't make the time or travel happen while others have gone on to God's presence. It seems selfish to be unhappy they weren't there but I am disappointed.
Some died at a ripe age while others died young. Margie of lupus, Don of a blood disorder, Bob of heart trouble....

We sat at the picnic and talked for hours, catching up on life over the last 35 years, our kids' lives, plans for the future, and whatever else developed organically. It was easy conversation that flowed quickly and that I found very satisfying.

Preaching was fun, too.

John McCain was an American hero and anyone who says otherwise is an American fool.
He endured more torture in that Vietnamese prison camp than any of us can imagine. And then he turned down the offer of release because his fellow prisoners didn't get the same offer.
By all accounts, including those of his political opponents, he was a man of integrity who treated with respect those with whom he disagreed.
Almost like he was a living object lesson for someone on how it should be done.

I still hungry.
Second dinner and bed.
Sorry if this post is disjointed and pointless. That's pretty much what I feel at the moment.