spent the night at Pismo State Beach.
Its killer, you can drive on the beach for miles set up a site and
fuck off all day. It was heavy marine layer so it was nice
The subaru is all wheel drive thanks to that i could cruise the beach.
It Reminded me of Vietnam a bit. I ran into a man buried up to his axels in the sand
so he hopped in the car and i gave him a ride back to his campsite he asked me if I was an
electrician and I said yes but looking for work and taking the long way up north.
He rattled off some names of websites to work off-shore and over-seas. South America he
prefers. "for gettin the ladies" ah a fellow whore monger. strangeness already.
So I am in Big Sur . I found a couple little forgotten parks and imagined Henry Miller shagging groupies there. I took photos but wont post them yet.I am in a cafe in big Sur and its costing me
big money. I dont think I will camp here , actually and head for a drunk night in SF. Dangerous!
Maybe I will go to big Basin before that or maybe not. I got stuck in rush hour on the way
out so it was 2 hours of hell to get through L.A.
I had a cat nap at a wayside rest stop just north of Santa Barbara and slept well, but realised I have too much shit in there to get away with inner city car camping but I got a plan for some fake window tinting to black out the windows. we'll see
.gotta go post some photos later
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
leaving the OC
its 12 noon and the car is packed goodbyes said and hungover a bit from a good riddance party at the neighbors. I slept in my tent last night in the back yard as Jenny's grand kids had been staying over for
a few days. I am going to stop by at Silverio's for some magnetic signs to plaster on the car to pick up handy work or electrical. sure they will be lost soon. should be on the road before rush hour.
The plan is to get to the Ventura freeway before it jams up, get to Ventura and the Pacific coast highway and just head north.
The plan is to spend a few days in Big Sur. I have been many times and like it. It may be full of shit head campers but I dont mind . I refuse to take the arteries up to the bay area.
I am just writing this to let all know what I am doing and how. I dont have a lotta hope for the economy or its future . or my future for that matter. I am 41 and in seriously bad health and this trip kind of returns me too happier more hopeful youthful times when i was younger and traveling and had chances of a bright future. but here I am I am going back to retrace some steps and maybe tell that young fool I was that shit didnt work out so well and life generally is bleak. People had it hard all the time eh. I think of that poor frozen human hunter gatherer they found so well preserved in some receding glacier in europe. I had it easier for sure so I am not going to be bitter about where I am at, this aint no crying in my words here. lotsa bitchin' but dont take me as a whinging' get.
About the title....I'll explain more later but I am thinking about going back to this massage parlour near my house. Yeah , the usual rub and tug thing. There's loads of them around here. I went there when My kidney stones which i didnt know were kidnwy stones had my back killing me. I didnt really care if i got rolled over and jerked off or not but i got a great massage from a young well trained Vietnamese american girl. And I am just thinking.....it would be a great way to sign off on Costa Mesa, having a hand shandy from her. In any case i plan on a few episodes of this kind of practice to punctuate and evacuate phases of my trip. gotta get going!
a few days. I am going to stop by at Silverio's for some magnetic signs to plaster on the car to pick up handy work or electrical. sure they will be lost soon. should be on the road before rush hour.
The plan is to get to the Ventura freeway before it jams up, get to Ventura and the Pacific coast highway and just head north.
The plan is to spend a few days in Big Sur. I have been many times and like it. It may be full of shit head campers but I dont mind . I refuse to take the arteries up to the bay area.
I am just writing this to let all know what I am doing and how. I dont have a lotta hope for the economy or its future . or my future for that matter. I am 41 and in seriously bad health and this trip kind of returns me too happier more hopeful youthful times when i was younger and traveling and had chances of a bright future. but here I am I am going back to retrace some steps and maybe tell that young fool I was that shit didnt work out so well and life generally is bleak. People had it hard all the time eh. I think of that poor frozen human hunter gatherer they found so well preserved in some receding glacier in europe. I had it easier for sure so I am not going to be bitter about where I am at, this aint no crying in my words here. lotsa bitchin' but dont take me as a whinging' get.
About the title....I'll explain more later but I am thinking about going back to this massage parlour near my house. Yeah , the usual rub and tug thing. There's loads of them around here. I went there when My kidney stones which i didnt know were kidnwy stones had my back killing me. I didnt really care if i got rolled over and jerked off or not but i got a great massage from a young well trained Vietnamese american girl. And I am just thinking.....it would be a great way to sign off on Costa Mesa, having a hand shandy from her. In any case i plan on a few episodes of this kind of practice to punctuate and evacuate phases of my trip. gotta get going!
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