After finishing our too-greasy breakfasts and saying good-bye, I hightailed out of there and aimed for Sonoma. I had just visited the Sonoma mission a few months prior, but somehow I got lost. (Also, keep in mind that this was 2002, a few years before the ubiquity of GPS systems in cars.)

Founded July 4, 1823 (21st mission)
The drizzly weather did not slow me down. I found a parking space across the street and jogged to the entrance. A retired couple worked at the mission. I paid the one dollar entrance fee. The lady greeted me and told me how two men had just visited all 21 missions in three days. They worked their way from south to north. Sonoma was therefore their last. By the time they arrived at the Sonoma mission, they were so sick and tired of the whole experience, they refused to go inside and inspect the interior of the mission. Ominous.

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