For whatever reason, no matter how little or how much we have to do in the morning, it is 9 AM before we are on the road.
The drive north on Hwy 99 from Tulare is very familiar, and maybe that is why it seems to take so long to go only 240 miles.
Traffic is a bit heavy at the start but thins and moves quite well, until suddenly all lanes ahead are blocked. We crawl past a wreck involving at least five vehicles. The momentum of the wreck has thrown some vehicles through the fence into an orchard, but all are upright, and the fire department is there. A pickup truck is involved, and its cargo top lies crushed on the shoulder. There is debris everywhere, some sprawled across the bordering fence. We begin to recognized a pattern to the debris - the remains of a travel trailer the pickup must have been towing. We crawl on by with our travel trailer, sympathetic, and determined to get ourselves home safely.
At 2:15 PM we are home. Our son Kevin is there, cleaning out some items he temporarily stored in our garage. We invite him to stay for dinner but he excuses himself to do taxes (they are due today). We will file an extension for our taxes as it is impossible to sort through all the mail that has arrived since our departure December 27th. We find both our cars have dead batteries. The yard looks okay but weeds have grown like mad during the wet winter and spring. We are home.
Whew!
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