Lack of Progress Report
I pulled out of my parking space in Fremont on the stroke of noon. Traffic wasn't too bad -- a couple of minor slowdowns -- and I was on course for arriving at Vacaville ahead of the 2 PM scheduled arrival. Out of Vallejo, I got a call from my father-in-law. He had made contact with Lisa by radio. (I'm only a scum-class licensee and don't have the longer-range radios; just a 2m ham and CB unit. Lisa won't carry a mobile phone and hates talking to people on mobile phones for various reasons I'd rather not go into here.) He said "She's in the Delta." (I later found that he was supposed to say "Wait at Vacaville; do not continue to Dunnigan.") I got to Vacaville at 1:45 and went to one of the parking lots in the shopping center where I'd said we should meet; however, we didn't have a precise location, and the Outlet Stores at Vacaville are vast. I called Lisa on the 2m rig but got no response.
I went into a Starbucks to use the restroom and buy a coffee. Very generously, they gave
me the cup of ordinary coffee on account of there hadn't been any brewed at the moment I asked. I went back out to the van, called Lisa again, got no answer, and settled in to wait for a while.( It's a Long StoryCollapse )
So the upshot is that we are 200 miles south of where we meant to be. Still, it's only about 450 miles to Mehama from here, and the weather is supposed to be good, so we should be okay. Current Mood: cheerful