This last weekend, we travelled up to my grandfather's house. He's 88 and lives up in Sacramento. He lives in Sutter Creek, a suburb 1 hour outside of Sacramento. Driving up there makes for a short weekend visit, but it was well worth the effort. We left Friday afternoon and arrived home LATE Sunday night.
I always dread the drive up there, but once we get there it's a return to home. I love the rolling foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. The grass. The trees. The cattle. It's peaceful. It's where I grew up. Plus I get to see one of my favorite people- my Grampa.
Growing up, he was one of my best friends. I remember when I was 6, I would sit on our big chest freezer downstairs and help him fold laundry. I got to live with my grandparents my first grade year in elementary school and part of second grade. My Grampa would read to me at night. On the weekend, we would go on bike rides up the hill. We would go fishing on his boat. It was great fun. One of the things I loved best about that time is that we lived so close to the beach. Several times a week, I would take a walk along the shore. It was restful, relaxing, and fun. That's where I get my love of the ocean and beach. So, now you can see why visiting my grampa is always a treat. I love our talks. I love being able to cook for him and our big family meals. I always make a special effort. We all enjoy it. I treasure those times!