My wife & I were unexpectedly invited to a special meeting in San Francisco Sunday afternoon and what an adventure we had.

The meeting was kind of a spur of the moment thing.  We got the call at 12:30 Sunday afternoon and off we went.  From our house to the Bay Bridge Toll Plaza is normally no more than a 2 hour drive.  The key word there is “normally”.  Yesterday, for some reason, the traffic was something from a Stephen King or Wes Craven plot line.  When we got on I-80 in Sacramento everything was smooth sailing.  Then the wheels on the bus ground to a stop, at best a crawl.  Traffic crept along at 5 miles per hour past Davis before loosening up getting up to speed.  But not for long.  Back to the I-80 parking lot.  It was stop and start all the way through Vacaville and Fairfield.  About the time we got to the 680 turn off we got a call wondering where we were.  We explained the traffic situation and after a short discussion we said we’d make it visit another weekend.

No sooner than we got off the phone and traffic let up.  It was the Red Top turn off.  It was 3:30 into our trip.  It was enough.

Ninety minutes later we where pulling back into our driveway!

Something tells me we weren’t supposed to make that trip . . . . . ..