Crossing the state line might of been one of the most exciting moments of my life. I don't know about you, but I have always been fascinated by California. Maybe it's a Midwestern thing? The allure of the coastline, mountains, beaches, redwoods, Hollywood... Whether they admit it or not, I think everyone dreams of living here at some point.
And after five long days of driving, here we were.
As we forged ahead through the Sierra Nevada, for the last three hours(!!!) of our cross-country adventure, we discussed two very important things:
1. OMG, we live in California now. Dave, the lifelong Chicagoan, and me, the country mouse. No big deal, but we just moved to a place where avocados grow on trees.
2. The pioneers and the gold-seekers were crazy fools. Very brave, yes. But also completely nuts. Once we passed the site of the infamous Donner Party, we could not help but think about all the people who traversed this land before us. The long trek to California was rough enough in a luxury SUV. The same journey in a covered wagon, through rivers and deserts and mountains, exposed to the elements, surrounded by sickness and death? Oh, heck no.
And so, like millions of people before us, we were beyond excited, and a little relieved, to finally reach San Francisco!
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