We woke this morning to a text giving us the distressing news that Eva - the lady whose home we were going to for dinner - her father had suffered a stroke which is thought to be terminal. Les, her husband was taking her to San Francisco to catch a flight. Her father is in the Faroe Islands, a small group of Danish controlled islands between Scotland and Iceland. It is remotely possible that he knew my father. He would just have been a by, but he attended the Brethren Assembly in Torshavn which my father also attended when stationed there during WWII. We were quite distressed as we were so looking forward to spending time with them, not just tonight, but over the next several days. A series of texts over the course of the day led us to going for dinner there anyway, prepared by Les.
With patience and perseverance I managed to get a phone number and address of a couple of nearby Baptist Churches. The first did not answer the phone. The second one was able to give me the time of the service. We got ready and set off. It was a small Church. There were nine of us to start with and as a few others drifted in, I think we ended with thirteen. The preacher was a school teacher - and it showed!
From there we went downtown to check on where we would be going later in the week. We parked near the Capitol building and had a walk to it, then found a cafe where we had lunch. We walked down to the Convention Centre checking on parking lots and found a suitable one, hopefully it will have room when we go later in the week. We walked back to the truck through the grounds of the Capitol and drove through old Sacramento, then back to the campground where we switched on the air-conditioning for the first time this trip and relaxed till it was time to go over and visit Les.
We had a nice time with Les and Rachel, hius daughter. We were sorry Eva was not there and trusted she was on her way safely to the Faroe Islands. There was no further word of her father.
We headed back to the campground in the dark in these hair-raising freeways. They seem to go in every direction, and without the GPS we would be completely lost. As it was, we missed a turn and ended up on a dark, but thankfully quiet, road which the GPS took us down to return to the correct route.
The Internet has proven useless at the campground and I have given up trying to upload the journal. We are hoping to stay at the convention hotel for a few nights where, hopefully we will have a better connection.