Gramie was was wet and cold and miserable. I stuck out my thumb for for one bevy of drivers without any luck. So I tried again. Fortunately, two ladies in a tall Mercedes van stopped and offered us a ride. Gramie was given the front seat so she chatted with our driver. With the rain we got Tracey and LeaAnn to take us out of the wet zone all the way to Cache Creek where they dropped us in front of two motels. We have to consider them to be our angels because it would have been an extremely difficult day without their help.
As I write this, we have checked into a motel, had hot showers and a meal. Life is good.
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