On actual Thanksgiving Day, we rose early and walked around the block, picking up a few extra items at a nearby grocery: blocks are large in Anaheim, encompassing whole neighborhoods in little loops and cul-de-sacs. Once again, we sat to table in mid-afternoon for yet another feast. This time, the main course was ham, with a token bit of sliced turkey breast. In the morning, we had a light breakfast of fresh cinnamon rolls and headed, finally, north at last.

Darkness finds us at Redding, halfway home, and we spend a last night on the road.