A. and I have been in Ridgecrest for nearly three months — long enough to make a few friends and get invited to poker night, a Super Bowl party and regular park dates. But, of course, it’s nothing like D.C., where our friends — some of whom we’ve known for almost 20 years — are just like family.
Over the weekend, we drove four hours to Atascadero to celebrate my 38-year-old cousin’s gradation from nursing school (go Angie!). On the way home, we stopped in the small railroad town Tehachapi to let C. run around a courtyard and play with snowballs. (Tehachapi is at 4,000 feet elevation.)
And there — there is where we met people. A whole group of smiley, happy people only an hour away. I have a feeling we’ll go back for their next party.