It's been a whole month.

It's been a month since the last post. I always say that. Faye is huge, She just got her drivers license and has started applying to colleges. Not really but she did go on a road trip to San Francisco. I went for work and the ladies came with me. Faye saw her first snow in Mt. Shasta city. Mt. Shasta is cool in the middle of winter. We stayed at The Woodsman Lodge and it offered "the bottomless bottle of wine" by fireside. Once in SF we stayed with Al and Adriane, our long time super friends. The trip back from SF had it's own adventures. I-5 was closed at Redding due to heavy snows for 5 hours. I bought some chains after it re-opened and we headed up the hill in the snow. about 25 miles from the top of the pass it was mandatory to chain up. Faye learned a bunch of new words while I was trying to put my first set of chains on. A few times along that drive I had that "what the hell am I doing" feeling.
Faye is enrolled in a Montessori day school that starts March 1st. She'll be learning all kinds of stuff. Apparently she'll know sign language before she can talk and she'll be learning spanish from the time she can say her first words. I can already see it in her eyes, she thinks she's better than me! Ah who are we kidding... she is!!
Other than that she is eating and sleeping like a champ and diapers are filling up like a landfill.

Outside our room at The Woodsman Lodge

Fran and Faye and some random bridge.

Silly bridge

Al Bird trying to front like he's the Dad.

Faye's real Dad

Proof that Faye is an elf.

Al and Faye were buddies he taught her how to play drums

Adrianes short ribs were way better than Phonelines.

"Faye this is Red Leader...Stay on target...Stay on target"

BLOWOUT!!

This is what Faye looks like with a hat on...

This is what Faye looks like without a hat on.

The night before we left San Francisco, Al and Adriane took us to their favorite meat restaurant.It was seriously the coolest place and it was VERY serious about prime rib. It's called the House of Prime Rib."The Hopper". The name was no joke. It literally was a house made of meat. The menu went something like this... Meat...Meatier...Meatiest. Those were your choices.
Our wonderful hosts. Thanks Al and Adriane!!

Check out this menu. No Bullshit just meat.

This old guy holding Faye has been seating people in front of meat at The Hopper since the gold rush

Al named these the Meat Zeppelins. They just flew around carrying lots of hot meat.

This is the interior of a Meat Zeppelin.

My buddy Brad even came out to The Hopper. Hi Brad.

Wang our waiter couldn't have been happier.

Bye Bye for now.