A Day of Pampering

Karen and Peter had treated me to a massage as my birthday present last August. It took me until June to finally get the massage. Karen joined me on the Wednesday before our departure. We had body scrubs, wraps, massages and facials. Not all of those, but we each had some. My masseuse must have hated me. She used her little medgley knuckles over every inch of my body. I hurt for days after.

Then we had lunch at the Claremont’s fancy restaurant. The room overlooks the San Francisco Bay. Here is Karen after her facial and wrap, being a little silly because I didn’t want to take a posed picture. The picture of the bay does not show the bay. I’m sure I’m not doing something right when taking these pictures because the view was stunning.

The reception for Eric’s first marriage was held in this hotel. Neither Eric nor Karen remembered that. You can imagine that neither, therefore, remembered where the wedding took place. Only one person probably remembers and it may be some time before I have an opportunity to ask her.

The next day, Eric and I drove north to Eugene to visit with our niece, Julie and her family. It’s a beautiful drive. We passed Mount Shasta. It looked so pretty for so long. Then when we got to the spot where you can take pictures, clouds decided to shroud the peak. Next stop, Oregon