Tomorrow morning I’ll hook up and head south after 364 days, the worst 364 days of my life. I won’t go far, Sonoma County is my target, because I have to be back here June 1. But two months of moving on US101 will be just the ticket to shake up all the brain parts I haven’t used for a while.
I was vaccinated last week, and have been in a bubble of very low-risk people all year. I have no idea what the situation is in front of me, but I’ll stick to current personal behaviors for virus defense.
I want to clip along, but will travel only during good weather, and wait out the rain events wherever we meet up.