When a picnic isn't...but still is a good day!

Today’s wanderlust took us from home to the tiny village of Freeport, across the River, to Clarksburg, a small town on the Sacramento River in the Delta. From there we cut over thru the winery fields of grapevines, the others planted in late corn or recently cut alfalfa, to the road that runs along the ship canal. From there we headed to the farmers market in Southport, where I got some bananas pretty cheap, and some locally grown tomato’s cauliflower, green beans and zucchini. We then strolled across the way to a coffee shop, and while I got a distinctively strong coffee, Honey (aka Cookie monster) bought some raisin walnut (yuck) oatmeal cookies.

We then continued thru West Sacramento along the river to the highway to Woodland. Let me say that last year we bought a Garmin navigation thingy to keep from getting lost, and not having so many maps in the car. Well we used the damn thing in Woodland to find a deli, and it worked, except the first deli was closed, looked abandon, as out of business; the second was closed, the third was a (newly?) vacant lot with a sign saying it was available for commercial construction…arrrghh…so we decided to cruise back down the road to a commercial sandwich place like Subway, when Honey spotted a market that said “Deli” in the window…SAVED at last!

The clerks were very nice and made us sandwiches on rolls, and we headed out to picnic somewhere. Finally finding a place to park and eat looking at a farm field, I took a few bites and realized I didn’t really like the thing…the bread was just too dry. Honey enjoyed his, but I have rarely heard him complain about food…ever.

We drove along, saw a mall we used to visit once in a while that has gone out of business for the most part, all the anchor stores leaving. We stopped to look at some new Jeeps, which Honey likes looking at and then mumbling about payments, cheap plastic parts, and other stuff. Then he spend the rest of the trip home usually telling me how his current vehicle isn’t so bad.

 

Today he decided not to, and took me to the local brewery where we bought a case of beer, which he doesn’t drink but I do. It’s a hefeweizen, which I really enjoy in summer…from there we got on the interstate and came home.

All in all, a nice day out..

Now to get ready for the work week…ughhhh