Day 14-Two weeks, written a day late

Hello to Day 14. As the title says, this was written a day late because where we stayed had small wifi-as in I would be using my phone. The morning of Day 14 was spent down on the farm, actually the morning was spent looking at the host's old cars. Bur first here is a picture of dirt. Yes, dirt. Why dirt? Because I've never seen dirt this color. And this cracked. This is gray. I've seen Georgia red dirt, and of course, PA's rich, brown dirt. But this is gray. And it was kind of crumbly like someone had left out brownie crumbs that dried overnight.

Token farm cat.

Watch out, Artie----better not let Richard see you sitting on a chair.

This beige one was interesting to me. Richard could probably tell you a lot more. He was pretty proud of how authentic these cars are, and how they have parts from Dodge Bros. The beige one had been in a museum forever, so it is in prime condition-even the picnic basket attached to the side is still in tip top shape. Picture on bottom left shows the original Triple A sticker from 1926.

You can't see much in this picture. I took it because it was Sunday and there were the farm workers out in the field working. I'm a little naive in some matters. Anyway, I found out the fields (check out the picture I took yesterday) were growing garbanzo beans. The crop in the field before the beans were sunflowers. They were grown for sunflower oil. The workers were walking the fields weeding out the stray sunflower plants.

There's flowers everywhere.

Route 80! Just drive down that road, take two rights, and a quick left and you'll be at my house. It may take you about 6 days, though.

Lunch at Black Bear Diner! Cool chain. We had lunch with Richard's cousin, Connie Gon. As many of you know, I have no cousins. Both of my parents were only children. Richard has many on both sides, and I'm so glad he shares them! I love his cousins! Richard's father, Ed, grew up close to where we were driving through. It prompted me to ask more questions about family. There was a strawberry farm that his dad and siblings grew up working in. When the government sent them to internment camps during WW2 someone kept the farm going for them, and they were able to return back to it. A lot of families weren't that lucky and lost everything. The farm stayed in the family, but none of the children worked it according to Richard, it was leased out. They sold the farm just a short time ago. Auntie Mia, Connie's Mom, finally sold it and moved into an apartment. Sadly, she died a few months later very quickly of the flu. She was fine healthwise. I was very sad. She was one of the friendliest people I've known for such a short time. And had the best black hair!

Sandy graced us with a big Trader Joe's bag with Japanese snacks. mmmmmmmm. Mochi!

This is the Harvest Host free night place. They said we were free to wander around and sample the berries. I was also prompted to purchase a lot.......