I left for the airport at 7, which is a very relaxed hour for me.  Somehow I fell into the cracks of the Thanksgiving spractisholiday travel.  The airport in Albuquerque was practically deserted.


Things did get busier in Phoenix but it was still a calm trip.  I arrived in San Jose just as the rain cleared and cruised over the mountains to my little cabin in Felton.

Where I was greeted by a flock of turkeys celebrating not being on anyone’s table.


This is a sweet little place.