Tom certainly survived the inspection session by no less than eight middle-aged, opinionated, intelligent, successful (except, of course, for the lowly blogger…), strong and undauntable women with aplomb (he reports that in the war of the sexes he’s a conscientious objector), but it was time to continue with our southern migration. Chico Hot Springs awaited us; perhaps impatiently, perhaps with trepidation, but the credit card had been charged, so on we went. It had no choice but to await our arrival.
Our first night was unremarkable, as was our first morning, except, perhaps for the mimosas. It was remarkable that we had all been up for over two hours before anyone Continue reading