It’s realy weird to be back in California after all these years. It’s been around fifteen since I left, and I’ve been sticking fairly close to the coast to stay away from all the dusty places I used to haunt. I don’t think we’ll cut too far inland until we get to Ojai, the place where I grew up.

Krista keeps wanting to stay in the same place for a couple of days, and I just keep wanting to move on. We stayed in Eureka, Petaluma, and now Half Moon Bay. It’s on to Monterey today, and I might just stay there for a while before moving further south. Unless I get restless.