When did we start traveling together? Joni would fly into Sacramento, and I would be at the bottom of the escalator waiting. Northern California and Oregon were at our bidding. She was my best friend and I haven’t planned an excursion without her and we did "excurse". We wandered from the foothills of the Sacramento Valley to cities big and small. We sat overlooking beaches and swam in lakes. We wandered through art museums and parks. We shopped together, quilted together, sat under Redwoods together and never stopped talking.
Toward the end of her teaching career, she taught fourth grade and, in a conversation, she mentioned wanting to visit Sutter’s Mill. So, when I picked her up from the airport instead of heading north, we headed east to Hwy 49 which is in the Gold Country of California until we found the mill. We shopped in Auburn and slept in Placerville. We wandered back on back roads through apple orchard and homesteads.
Another year we headed south to Fort Bragg and Mendocino. We ate lunch on a cliff overlooking the Pacific, and slept overlooking the ocean. I bought a magazine called The Cowboy. And Joni ordered Calamari, of course.
Our last trip was one of our favorites. We stayed in an old farmhouse at Point Reyes. We went to a wind-swept lighthouse and ate fried chicken in Inverness and ice cream at Point Reyes Station among the eucalyptus trees. Speaking of fried chicken, there was the year we went to Knox Berry Farm. She will remember more than I can about that trip. Oh, and Disneyland.
We drove far up the Oregon coast and bought hand thrown pottery at Charleston Harbor, always looking for hotels with a view of the ocean and Calamari. I broke my foot in Brookings and hobbled through the Trees of Mystery where she bought fudge.
We went on trip after trip after trip, but Joni was just as happy right here on my back patio, drinking her coffee and watching the blue jay. She was happy swimming in Lake Siskiyou and hanging out with Jeff.
I could have gone on forever, but Joni was always ready to go home before the week was out. She loved our trips, but loved and missed her home more. She talked endlessly about her boys. Home and family were without a doubt her comfort and her passion. She was never happier than on her front porch swing reading the newspaper.
She had a few quirks. She would not drive on freeways, so when we were in Whittier, she would take surface streets to the beach or to Pasadena to shop. She followed the rules to the letter. If there was a sign that said stay on the sidewalk, you could not get her to walk on the grass and she never jay walked. She was not terribly adventurous and ducked her head when I drove my Subaru off road. She would not kayak with me but let Jeff talk her into his inflatable at Castle Lake.
She had a great love for Mommy, Susie and Sam and talked about endless memories. She created the Carroll side of the family tree. She loved the Thompson weddings, one after the other.
My life has certainly changed without her. We talked for hours and hours and hours on the phone. Together we watched the U.S. House of Representatives committee investigations on the "January 6, 2021 U.S. Capitol Attack", she in Whittier and me pacing in Mt. Shasta. I can’t believe that I can’t just pick up the phone and call her. It does not seem that I will be traveling without her. I am not crying, because she said to go live my best life. Except, I can’t without her. I want to say shit, but she would not like me swearing.
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