It’s bad manners to keep a vacation waiting.
Six days. 1070 miles. 211 work emails. Vacation. Long-awaited and now over. The next vacation will be in 79 days, which almost feels like an eternity.
Leslie and I headed out on our road trip on Wednesday and we made our first overnight stop in Bishop, California. Bishop is a city outside of Mammoth, where those athletic types can ski in the spring and winter. We stayed at a lovely bed and breakfast (Joseph House) where we met travelers from all over the west and a couple from Germany.
One of the world-traveling couples we had breakfast with told us that they like to stay at the Joseph House every time they’re in this part of California and thought this might be the best B&B they’ve ever stayed at.
Leslie and I had limited experience with B&Bs. About 25 years ago, we were on another road trip and stayed at a B&B around Monterey, California. We were naive (no, stupid) and booked one room. The room was beautiful and would have been ideal for a couple. Instead, it was two sisters in a queen bed with no television, no radio, and it was pre-cell phone. We didn’t even have a deck of cards between us! So we stared at each other and tried to sleep during the one night reserved, and couldn’t wait to move on.
At the Joseph House, Leslie stayed in the Purple Room. Green and purple linens and decor, perfectly suited for her. I was assigned the Gold Room and enjoyed black and gold decor, with a beautiful Ralph Lauren comforter that I wanted to steal! The grounds were gorgeously filled with trees turning autumn colors, and the common room was suitable for reading and drinking wine. Two perfect afternoons spent there doing almost nothing.
We drove and drove, and saw all kinds of trees with gorgeous fall colors. We people watched and drank coffee. We played bingo and Leslie won $27. We visited with our friend Dee, who retired up to Dayton, Nevada (right outside of Carson City). She has a beautiful new home and two friendly cats.
The Kia Sorento drove like a champ. Good gas mileage, no bumps or strange noises….except when the temperature got below 33 degrees. We took a sightseeing drive up to Lake Sabrina. Beautiful fall colors and windy roads. And then, for the first time, we hear three loud chimes and a symbol lights up on the dashboard. To me, the symbol looks like snowflakes (see number 12 above). Leslie doesn’t find any information in the 200-page owner’s manual, and we carefully drive back the way we came. The symbol does disappear after it gets a little warmer.
The same thing happened two nights later in Stagecoach, when the temperature got down to a balmy 30 degrees. Once the temperature got back up over 39 degrees, the light disappeared.
I did finally find the answer to the nagging “what the hell is that light for?” question. It means “frost warning.” As if one needs your car to remind you that it’s cold outside. I assume that Kia customizes this car model when it’s sold to an owner in the midwest or north.
And you know what? I managed to unplug most of the time. Checked emails once a day. I got my news headlines from Twitter twice a day, and even started reading my book club book…due by this Sunday. There is surely a lot of reading in the next few days.