Today is my Mom’s Birthday! And in honor of her I am going to tell you a favorite memory with her.
There are a few memories that stand out above them all… my mom tends to be HILARIOUS when under the influence of her sleeping medication, she is a riot while playing any game (especially our game of UNO while we were in Lochness, Scotland) and she is the perfect road trip buddy when faced with unknown territory and no navigation. One such road trip occurrence happened on our epic California trip in the summer of 2010. This trip took us from San Francisco to Napa Valley and all the way down to Los Angeles. We delighted in wine country, mother-daughter time, and Hollywood in good company.
On our last day near San Francisco I resolved to make it into the heart of city before we left for Los Angeles. My mom committed to making it happen. So after a morning spent by the pool watching my second cousin in her swim competition we grabbed our rental car and hit the pavement.
When we reached the city limits, just off the bridge, our Garmin died. For the next 40 minutes we putted along on Embarcadero Drive. Why do I remember that street name you ask? Because we were on a 1.5 mile road for 40 MINUTES. I also must mention that we were on a time crunch. With an hour budgeted to hang in the city before we had to be off to get me to a photo shoot our time was cut to 15 minutes by the time we parked which meant walked up a wharf, stared at the Golden Gate bridge and Alcatraz off far, far away, then walked back up the wharf and drove the 50 minutes back to Orinda.
With my mom though, I loved this adventure. We mostly spent that 40 minutes of stuck in-between people and more people on that dreadful road laughing about it and dreaming up our blog-worthy story 🙂
I wrote a blog post about this experience a while back and, if you’re interested, you may CLICK HERE to read the original story and see all the pictures from that day 🙂
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