(Just a quick note: If you are landed here because of a comment I left on your book blog, you might be more interested in my review blog, Carstairs Considers. But you are very welcome to stick around here, too.)
In November, I went home for Thanksgiving like always, despite the traffic.
Seriously, I wish I had paid attention to a traffic report before I left because I got stuck in some of the worst traffic I've ever been in. What should have taken me one hour took me give hours. The traffic heading north the Wednesday before Thanksgiving can be bad/sluggish, but it's never that bad. Once I got past the slow down, things were fine.
What I've heard is that a track carrying pipes lost it's load on the freeway. Everything was cleared up by the time I got to it.
What's frustrating is, had I known, I could have easily avoided it. There were a couple of alternatives I could have taken. I just assumed things would be fine.
The bad part is that I missed seeing my friend and his family on the way up. By the time I made it past the traffic, I just had to drive. As it was, it was after midnight by the time I got home.
But the rest of the weekend was great. My brother hosted as always, and his in-laws were visiting. It was fun to see them. Friday, we went to see my uncle and aunt plus my cousin and his family were down. Saturday and Sunday were just quiet days.
Fortunately, I took Monday off so I could drive home that way. I would not have bene happy having to fight traffic on the way back on Sunday. But the traffic was much better on Monday. I did drive through Fresno and see my friend and his wife, which was great. I just missed seeing their kids.
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