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.