Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?
I’ve been to London to visit the Queen.
Okay, not quite to London and no I didn’t see the Queen, at least not the one we think of. Physically I made the trek to Lompoc CA which is geographically on the California coast, roughly between Santa Barbara and San Francisco. For those who live with and
Moochie, photo by Jane Taylor
Kerovan
for and through their Sighthounds, Lompoc is a destination to achieve at least once in their lifetime. When we lived in California, the end of July was reserved for the Sighthound gathering; at one time the event was held at UCSB, and Tom wanted us married before we showed up there together. Which is why I could remember our anniversary, not to mention his sister stitched a lovely reminder for me.
Since moving to New Mexico we made the trek to Lompoc twice. What had been a two hour was now to a twenty hour trip, so the decision was not as automatic as it had been, totally impossible for the last few years. But this July marked a significant anniversary for one of the Saluki clubs, and there would be at least two hundred of this lovely breed there every day. Not to mention one of the shows would be dedicated to Tom so it was also an emotional trip.
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Twenty hours is a long trip, especially if you have dogs with you. Hope it was good – but I don’t doubt very emotional.
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Going out I did two stages of about nine plus hours each, arranged so I crossed the Mojave desert early early. Coming back I drove five hours, slept five so I could time the crossing again very early. Where I messed up was not stopping another night on the way back. Fifteen hours driving alone is STUPID. Having the dogs meant I had to get out and walk around every few hours, which was a help. But stupid stupid stupid. Marathon driving is not bright when you’re young.
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