


We are on our way to San Francisco, not San Jose. We wanted to make it to Fresno today, but settled for Tulare, about an hour south of Fresno. We had been in the truck for 9 hours and were both exhausted. We will get to San Francisco tomorrow and hope to see a few sites before we stop for the day.
Our neighbors in Yuma, George and Sheila, are taking care of Hobbes again. He looked so sad this morning, he wouldn't even raise his head to look at me. Whenever we get the suitcase out, he sits on it, and won't move, he knows it means we will be gone for a while. He likes Sheila, though, and she always gives him treats.