Raven's Roads
Living an interesting life: the travels and musings
of motorcycling author Linda R. Moore

The trip down to San Joaquin county was not nice. We arrived at a rest area with space too early to go to sleep, really, and figured on catching one further down south. Didn’t happen. They were all full to the brim, or closed. So we finally got to Camp Flying J in the small wee hours.

A few days later, we were in Stockton, shopping for boxes. A crop duster flew overhead.

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