I apologize for the light postings of late. It was time to climb out from under this laptop and live a bit of This One Wild Life.

Tim and I took a little road trip last week, traveling up the Pacific Coast Highway from LA through Carmel (where we ate at Clint Eastwood’s Hog’s Breath Inn), down Lombard street (twice!) in San Francisco, over the snow-cleared Tioga Pass of Yosemite National Park to Mono Lake, and around the deep blue waters of Lake Tahoe … until we got to Reno, flew to Vegas, lost all our money and came home.

So, what makes for a great road trip? For us it was good company and a white Mustang convertable, heavy on the Mustang. (We can get the good company at home.) I am not a car person (What is it I drive again?) but this baby rocked. Able to pass 3 cars on a winding road boasting a 40 degree grade, all while ocean waves crashed 3000 feet directly below? Booyah! I was all, “Do it, Tim. You can take ‘em! Get those cars out of my photographs!” This is a far cry from my experience in Tim’s Passat where I grab the Oh Shit! Handle on thruway exits. What can I say? That Mustang corners like it’s on rails.

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