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Last week, my boyfriend Savoy and I traveled to Crescent City, California which is on Highway 101 in California right past the California/Oregon border. I had been talking about how much I missed the redwood trees so much. Though we have many Douglas firs and Sitka Spruces right here where I live, and I love them too, there is just something about redwood trees and the ocean that was special and magical. We even talked about it to our neighbors Howie and Robin. Howie has never seen a redwood tree! I couldn’t imagine it. So, we found a cheap motel (and yes, $60 a night is pretty cheap) with reviews that it’s at least “clean” right in Crescent City which is right on the coast. I’d driven through so many times, but the last few times had been at night, like when I returned from California last June from visiting my grandkids and kids. There were fires on I-5 and I wanted to avoid them. But wow, it’s a long drive and everything closes at night in most towns, even gas stations. I could see some redwoods, but it was too dark to visit them.
Also, I think it was a plot because my boyfriend knows what I really desire. To drive down to the San Francisco Bay Area and visit my grandkids and most of my kids. My son and his family are staying in Santa Cruz for a few months for a job his employer sent him on. And I love Santa…