Safe and Sound in Northern California

After a night at a nondescript motel room in Fallon, NV, it was only a six hour drive to arrive at Kay and Del's house in Magalia on Tuesday in the early afternoon.  It was another lovely itinerary, much of it on two lane blacktop through mountainous terrain clothed in dense tall pine and spruce.  The Feather River paralleled the road for many miles, with rapids with intermittent small dams furnishing hydroelectric power to the area.

Magalia is a small suburb (11K) of larger Paradise (28K).  It is three main roads paralleling a ridge top, with cross streets with a certain amount of height differential, nestled between enough trees to give a middle-of-the-forest feel to things. Even though K&D's luxurious home is on one of the main drives, it feels secluded and rural.

The view from the deck as I type

I feel as though I am home with family at this time, and plans are being laid for dinner parties, barbecue, and a trip to the coast next week with Bud and Yanna, lifelong friends of my hosts that I have heard about for 20 years but never yet met.  Later this morning I will go with Kay to her yoga class.

It has been five years or more since Kay and Del stayed at the lake cabin for a month, shopping land in Arkansas.  It was a brutally hot summer then, and they decided to move their search to more temperate climes.  And thus they ended up here, not too far from Kay's earlier stomping grounds.

I will work hard to try to post something each day, some further details of the trip, and brief mentions of goings on here.  So far it has been eating Kay's good cooking, drinking wine they stomp and ferment themselves, walking with Del in the forest public areas alongside a sparking mountain stream, drinking wine, playing dominos, and catching up.  Not too exciting to report, but wonderfully satisfying to experience.