So the plans to attend the PCT hiker kickoff camp out were set aside in order to spend more time in the mighty Yosemite…a couple of more nights, anyway, which passed all too quickly and we found ourselves going from pristine woodland one night, to Flying J Truck Stop parking lot, the next.
What a traumatic experience.
There was no way to disguise the sounds of freeway traffic for the sounds of thousand foot waterfalls…although I tried in my mind’s ears.
Slowly we crept through the Napa Valley (spousal dude decided he did not want to drive in the Bay Area traffic in this 30 foot vehicle), so jutting over on the Hwy 12 to veer North through Napa, we followed miles of cars making the winery tours on a sunny Saturday afternoon…
It was a pleasant enough drive, until a couple in a small green Honda decided to pass our obviously too large rig, on a narrow two lane road, whilst waving a Capitol “I” and spitting at us to go copulate ourselves.
Said Honda zipped around our home, only to be stuck, of course, right dead in front of us, behind the miles of wine aficionados.
The spousal unit was not pleased.
And if it weren’t enough to fly the “I” high once, the passenger of the Honda continued to salute us like we were military royalty, over and over.
The spousal unit telephoned the police, reporting the make, model and license number of the aggressive motorist.
Fortunately, the offenders turned right out of Calistoga (after driving right in front of us for about 20 miles, through stoplights and traffic slow downs)….
I continue to wonder about the wisdom of some people. Given the size of our rig, they could of easily become squashed between us and the car in front of them, had spouse not gotten a grip on his temper.
I’m just glad I wasn’t driving.