June 29, 2005
Last Saturday after a very long day of moving in appliances and taking copious amounts of trash to the dump, Sander returned the moving truck to Bakersfield. He ran a few more errands, had dinner with my father, and was scheduled to arrive back home at 10:30 p.m. At about 10:30 he called home to report that the road was closed at Fountain Springs, just 18 miles away (and the only reasonable way to get home). He heard that there was a major traffic accident, someone was taken to the hospital, and the road had been closed for over an hour already. They expected the road to be closed for some time. Poor Sander decided he was tired enough for a hotel room after such a long day of moving. He headed to Porterville. No vacancies. None in Lindsay, none in Exeter. Nearly an hour later he found himself in Visalia.

