It does seem somewhat odd to be writing about my return from Portland without having done a few Portland posts . I had a wonderful time in Portland , after all . Flowers were in bloom . The weather was sunny and mostly warm . I may write a Portland post or two , but I hesitate partly because I wouldn’t be able to express adequately the kindness and warmth of the people I visited there . It’s a long way from Arcadia to Portland . I drove up Interstate 5 and then back down on the 5 . The 5 glides through central California farmland . It’s hot and dry country. Farmers put up signs about politicians causing another Dust Bowl . On the car radio Rush Limbaugh whines about the ” libs ” , preachers give it their best shots , and Ranchero music loudly wails out passionate tunes .
I hear that CA farms use 80 % of our state water . They’ve watered the dry central valley and produced food to feed the world . For a price . I don’t feel too sorry for them in our drought . Everyone has to cut back on water use . It’s not all a political conspiracy . I don’t mind long drives , even along a straight and mostly boring Interstate . There is beautiful scenery in northern California . Well , it’s still California so far , but there is a move to cut out a separate state up there , to secede from the Golden State , and to become the independent state of Jefferson . I saw a Greyhound bus on the road. I hadn’t been sure for awhile that Greyhounds were still around and then I spotted this one on the 5 . There was a fire along the way , somewhere near Fresno . I never saw just what had burned because my car and I backed out of the situation . Traffic was completely stopped for a half hour so far before some of us backed up and escaped down a freeway exit . We might all have bugged out on it a half hour or so before if we had known all traffic would be completely stopped for an extended period of time . The escape started with one white pickup that slowly wove its way precariously between vehicles, creeping back and sideways , betwixt and between . But that driver did it successfully and he honked triumphantly and waved on his way down the off-ramp . Then a red Camry snuck away slowly . A few more vehicles joined in the escape and I joined in too .We made a hole in the car clog that probably stretched for miles , by now , behind us . First time for me standing on a freeway . First time for me backing up on a freeway .Now I am home , safe and sound . I unpacked my car and then watered Ada’s roses . I suddenly remembered , though , that it wasn’t one of Arcadia’s legal watering days . I guess I’d been away too long . I quickly looked up and down the street for cops . Didn’t spot any . I hope my neighbors don’t turn me in .