The adventure, part one: San Francisco to Monterey

On the last Friday in March we packed up the Subaru with Seamus, Patrick’s folks Patty and John (aka Grandma and Poppy), and Patrick and I, and we trucked down to Monterey. I’m going to apologize now for the dearth of pictures. Seamus had croup the week before we left, and gave it to me (such a sweet boy), so I had it during the entire trip, as well as viral pink eye for a few days. I spent the days on Sudafed, which cleared up my head while Motrin kept my throat from swelling, but I haven’t taken that much stuff at once in over three years, with the exception of my labor meds. I think the pseudoephedrine made me a little spacey. So not a lot of pics.

During the day Patty and John hung out with Shea while I plowed through paperwork and packed up the dog and toddler, washed dishes, and got the cat’s stuff ready for Cody so he could just walk in and feed her. (Faolan stayed at his house and was spoiled rotten.) Patrick came home with take-out, we finished packing, shoved everyone into the car, and off we went. The plan was to get clear of the Bay Area after commute traffic, and start the trip Saturday morning in a vacation locale.

Seamus was less than thrilled about going into the car in his jammies, when he ought to be nursing down for the night. “Where are we going?” he’d ask, and when we’d tell him, “No, I can’t”. Once he decided he could, then he couldn’t do anything else, including sleep. “I’m on an adventure.” He passed out about an hour into the drive, after I croaked through his night-night story and song, and an hour before we hit our hotel in Marina, just outside of Monterey. We crawled into our rooms, passed out, and woke the next morning ready to visit the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

Next up: Monterey to San Simeon