Bridgeport, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"the white-haired landlady kept writing those notes: she was from Bridgeport, Connecticut, her husband had died and she was all alone in the world and she didn’t trust anybody."

"Her husband was dead now, but thirty years ago he had owned a tool shop in Bridgeport, Connecticut."

"we drove away, about ten o'clock, toward Tracy and up to Bridgeport from where we would drive another eight miles to the foot of the trail at the lake."

"Bridgeport is a little sleepy town, curiously New England-like, on that plain. Two restaurants, two gas stations, a school, all sidewalking Highway 395 as it comes through there running from down Bishop way up to Carson City Nevada."

"Now another incredible delay was caused as Mr. Morley decided to see if he could find a store open in Bridgeport and buy a sleeping bag or at least a canvas cover or tarpaulin of some kind for tonight's sleep at nine thousand feet and judging from last night's sleep at four thousand it was bound to be pretty cold."

"I said "Let's go to Bridgeport and go in one of those lunch carts there boy and eat hamburg and potatoes and hot coffee."

"He left me off at a mountain village very similar to Bridgeport California where Japhy and I had sat in the sun."