Got back last night from a long, wild, and very therapeutic drive from Santa Cruz to Portland.
In Santa Cruz I saw sea otters, sea lions, and whales for the very first time. The boardwalk there was also wonderfully nostalgic, like something from Blackpool in the old days.
Passed through San Francisco, my second time across the Golden Gate Bridge and into Point Reyes Station. Did some beachcombing at Drake’s Beach, and got some of that lovely bleu cheese at the Palace Market. Helped an old lady (perhaps I knew her long ago?) park her truck. Then it was off to Petaluma for a stop at In N’Out burger. Not once did I feel the least bit sad though; long as these places are still there I can only feel happy about being there.
The van I was driving developed an exhaust leak and I got very sick driving into Humboldt County. Luckily our rommate had a CO monitor so we kept an eye on the levels. We tried to get the van fixed along the way but nobody would do it, so we took our chances and pushed on into Portland the next day, stopping every 100 miles or so to air the van out.
The new roommate is settling in nicely already. I like this guy; he’s that perfect mix of responsible and bold enough to take a risk, he loves animals and plants, and not much gets to him. He knows about my eccentricity and really doesn’t care as long as I’m fair with him.
In all, a very good week and a very refreshing break from the ordinary.