Monday Memoir, June 15, 1968

 By this time I was about over my unplanned 'mini-vacation' in the great Sacramento Valley.  This was my third trip by train since the first one at the end of 1965. The second was the winter holidays of 1967 and now that was six months in the past. There would be one more before this year was over and in time I would be back in that area but a bit fartherr north to live in another decade. .Another one of those strangee Celtic knots where life plays Worm Oroboros  (a mythical creature from an early fantasrty novel that bit it's own tail and circles endlessly around). Things do doble back, cross ovefr and slipunder and the pattern gets more complex as it goes. 

This week I will focus first on the trip to Nevada the whole family made. I am not sure if there was a reason or simply sight-seeing but we spent a long day on it and got to Carson City, Virginia City, Reno,  a tour on one edge of  Lake Tahoe and of course over the Sierra Range twice. Three in  the little Volvo was a snug fit and Charlie MIke would have  gladly stayed home but we all went. I found it interesting and even got to drive a bit on the no epeed limet Nevada freeways going maybe 70-80 mph!  I enjoyed the trip at least for the most part. However it was also good to board the east bound San Francisco Chief and head back to Arizona!

I said I came home with more Beauty Coinselor cosmetics (which was what Ruth and Grace sold, mainly Ruth) and a bit more fabric for some sewing. I quikcly made Mom two bouses and two skirts and a dress. I'll check g|Good will and also send her some of my things I no longer wear that will fit. I noted Alex was grwoing like a weed and Charlie Mike did not look bad, alll cosidered.

Getting home, I learned Dale was now Driving for Greyhound and briefly out of Flagstaff. I ran up and left him a note at the station. I think he was a bit us;et tofind me not home and to learn I had moved. Oh well. We never had that kind of serious relationship!

Picturew. Mostly the Nevada trip. Up in the Sierras, a rest stop I guess.  Then besdie Lake Tahoe. It is so big! Then aong the same route. The amount of water always surprised me.  Finally fourof  us in Virginia City;; Charlie took this one and I did the one farther below, same place and time.  Charlie does not look happy! He seldom was in those days,And one with a view of the area, part of the old mining camp. I wish I had gotten more scenery!!