Joyful Scribblings of a Bookish Wanderer

      You may not have been following along on previous posts of this journey, so I will summarize here. My husband and I took a cross country flight from North Carolina to San Francisco, CA.  I chronicled the journey, because it was my first flight, and our first week long vacation together in 10 years!  So, in my previous post, we touched down in San Francisco, and then came the wait to get off the plane.  Finally we were out, and we made our way to the car rental station. Ok, I followed along behind my husband obliviously while he guided us there.      We rented a nice little hybrid SUV that ended up having a mind of its own, and fussing at my husband every time he happened to do something it didn't like.  But it was a nice little car.  Before we left the city, we drove to the closest beach and took a few minutes to walk out on the brown sand.  The wind. The pounding waves. The rocks. It was so different from any of the east...

     Being in the air was less scary than I imagined. Before we had taken flight, I dealt with my claustrophobia and anxiety, and thankfully I didn't have another battle with either when we were in the air.  (Partially due to my hefty supply of gummy bear candy). I loved watching the clouds. I had only ever been able to imagine what it was like to look down on the tops of the clouds, with only one little pane of glass between me and them.  It was better than the movies show.      There was a little map on the back of the seat in front of me, that had our plane location.  I loved looking down on the earth, my imagination taking flight as I tried to imagine what the people in each state were up to.  We flew across so many states, I'm not even sure which ones they were. But the variety was amazing! It seemed like there was always something different to see.  When we flew over deserts, the landscape was either brown with crop circles o...