in Benicia town…with our paltry but beloved selection of roses

and the hummingbird still down by the wettish lands near the straits.

Morning walks with Sumi sighting river traffic in the winds

before covering up the ’45 for another season

knocking off the myriad details

and a last dinner at Mai Thai

to facilitate leftover red curry [not shown] for the first night away

from the windy straits and a last morning’s cryptic leavings

just before leaving for the “summer”, all six months of it.

Lane closures over the top slowed things down but not

disastrously; stops at Heather Glen, the Prosser Bike Trailhead,

the usual Escape from Reno and gas in Wadsworth

on beyond Wadsworth

things thinned out considerably

as was to be expected

so after exhausting unloading

it begins…well something, anyway. Red Curry…