Road triplet!

Every once in a while you have an aviator guest who needs to get to some hick airport out in the sticks. You rejoice at this, because it's a rare chance to go on a mini road trip, to make a pilgrimage of sorts, to that spiritual home of yours:

The Charles M. Schulz Museum in Santa Rosa.

Street cred be damned, I was going to see Snoopy. But really, who doesn't love Snoopy? If you're reading this and you don't, you're totally off my Christmas card list. Also, I'm going to assume you're a baby-killer.

Aside from providing me my secret dream of owning a beagle named Snoopy, Peanuts taught me all the important lessons in life:

The value of persistence–

The value of speaking up–

and the benefit of the boogie–

*sigh*

Here's the table where Sparky had lunch every day at the Warm Puppy cafe, which is next door to the museum.

It's at the entrance to the ice-skating rink he built,

which is next to the tennis court he built, which is adjacent to the baseball field...

..you get the picture.

And on the way back, we passed by famed California wine country Sonoma. It's like Margaret River back in Perth–lots of vineyards and orchards.

We just could not resist the roadside strawberries and cherries, so we loaded up and have had strawberry shakes all week. Happy days.