I called Phyllis, and it was pretty apparent she was at her wits end. I don’t know how she managed the three kids for so long by herself. She is a miracle.
But it was time to come home.
Sunset was special at Twin Lakes above Bridgeport:
In the morning, temperatures were in the low twenties and ice was everywhere. I had a straight shot home over Sonora Pass and then across the central valley to Berkeley.
You can view a map of my recent travel towards the bottom of my first story in this series.