Good morning, Napa Valley. This is the last sunrise I'll see as a resident here; when I return it will be as a visitor.
My boyfriend Paul, Frankie the cat and I are about to wedge ourselves into a packed-tight Camry and start our cross-country drive to Martha's Vineyard, where I am slated to start as Patch editor Feb. 11.
This is the first cross-country drive I've taken since 1974, when my Mom and I drove from Placerville to the Vineyard with a truckload of lumber mill equipment.
Back then we took Route 66, which is gone today; Paul and I have sketched out a roughly parallel route: We plan to sleep in Barstow tonight and Gallup tomorrow.
More from the road. Please wish us luck!