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In The Hidden Valley - Chapter 3
Oct. 3rd, 2009 11:39 amAn interesting week overall. Sunday saw my youngest son marry his lady in a lovely venue situated up in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. The drive up there (it was over 300 miles from here to there) was even more boring than usual; seems there's water politics going on in the Central Valley that has about half the orchards along the way dead as doornails. Highway 5 is not my favorite route to begin with, but we wanted to get there in time... so...
The entire day (once we got there) would have been perfect had it not been 103° - and the wedding held out of doors. What was more, guests were asked to be present at least one half hour ahead of time - so we stood or sat and wilted in the heat for a significant time before things got started. My hubby, whose health is not good in the best of times, had to be driven back to the motel directly after the ceremony so that he wouldn't collapse from heat prostration. He missed the dinner, toast, cake, bouquet/garter, and dancing. I managed to get back from delivering him to the motel in time to scarf down a dinner, ended up getting my champagne stolen by the caterers clearing the tables without asking if we were done with our drinks, dancing a wonderful dance with my son, and then driving the rest of our group back to the motel.
Monday saw me making the executive decision to take an alternate route home. I'd be damned if all I'd see that day was dead grass and dead orchards. I told Maraya later that I'd found where we could spend a weekend roadtrip this next spring - IF we decide not to go to AZ to the Renaissance Faire, that is.
I've spent the better part of the week getting over being exhausted from two days of driving for over 6 hours. Bill's legs did well in the SUV that Maraya rented in order to convince him to go (his doctors really don't want him traveling very much). Having gone to university in Fresno for three years, I now remember again why we moved to the coast after our marriage. Oy!
All this as prologue to the next chapter of In the Hidden Valley. Enjoy!
( In The Hidden Valley - Chapter 3 - The Morning After )
The entire day (once we got there) would have been perfect had it not been 103° - and the wedding held out of doors. What was more, guests were asked to be present at least one half hour ahead of time - so we stood or sat and wilted in the heat for a significant time before things got started. My hubby, whose health is not good in the best of times, had to be driven back to the motel directly after the ceremony so that he wouldn't collapse from heat prostration. He missed the dinner, toast, cake, bouquet/garter, and dancing. I managed to get back from delivering him to the motel in time to scarf down a dinner, ended up getting my champagne stolen by the caterers clearing the tables without asking if we were done with our drinks, dancing a wonderful dance with my son, and then driving the rest of our group back to the motel.
Monday saw me making the executive decision to take an alternate route home. I'd be damned if all I'd see that day was dead grass and dead orchards. I told Maraya later that I'd found where we could spend a weekend roadtrip this next spring - IF we decide not to go to AZ to the Renaissance Faire, that is.
I've spent the better part of the week getting over being exhausted from two days of driving for over 6 hours. Bill's legs did well in the SUV that Maraya rented in order to convince him to go (his doctors really don't want him traveling very much). Having gone to university in Fresno for three years, I now remember again why we moved to the coast after our marriage. Oy!
All this as prologue to the next chapter of In the Hidden Valley. Enjoy!
( In The Hidden Valley - Chapter 3 - The Morning After )
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