It is possible that these birds were arriving, just as we were getting ready to depart.

This is Lockeford sausage. One of the annoying events mentioned yesterday led us to this location. (I’m going to cut this now to spare the vegetarians further offence.) Lockeford is

As we pulled into Flying J for one of our last overnights, we were joined by a truckload of tomatoes. So, was the road trip to San Joaquin County a bunch of rotten tomatoes? Well, let’s see. I lost two months of useful internet access, which meant that my unveiling of Markeroni IV was two [...]

I don’t know if it’s just me, but I find this logo exceptionally creepy and less-inclined-to-buy-making. I would not want to buy from these guys. My head might fall off!

Amber and I wandered over to the place where I had dinner on my birthday — and I can’t remember, off the top of my head, what it’s called. It’s the something creamery. We had breakfast; this was our fond, but temporary, farewell. Soon, I would be heading back home. I’m very fond of American-style [...]

Sometimes you see some really neat stuff in truck stops. Here, we woke up next to a vehicle carrier full of old VW Bugs. No matter what condition they’re in, they’re always really cute and good for a smile. And, by this stage in the “great Stockton adventure”, I was ready to take any smile [...]

Vast swathes of tomatoes are left at the roadside. After Mary mentioned her driving lessons in tomato-land, I couldn’t resist taking a few more shots. If you were willing to clean them off, you could probably make spaghetti sauce for a year from the wastage. I don’t like wastage.

Couldn’t miss this buttercup yellow vintage classic coming down the road. I like old cars. :)

And then, just a few hundred feet further, you’d see a perfectly irrigated field, bright, green and fresh. Never did figure out what they were growing, though.