if you’re ever in albion, do stop in and say hello to the friendly man who works/owns the little grocery on the ridge road. i was about to run out of gas when i found his old fashioned 2 pump mini-station. he does all the pumping for you. he had a plethora of left-wing posters taped to all of his windows along with a giant photo of our prez. i enjoyed chatting with him for a few minutes about politics, el nino, the fires burning in this part of our dear state, and tourism. like most of the locals in this area he was a kindly peaceable fellow.
then sister and i beat a path through the redwoods on hwy 128. we were making great time per usual on roadtrips where i am the pilot. 49 miles in 3 hours.
that included stops for gas, redwood hugging, breakfast, apples & pears, cider, and much more.
if you’ve never had a french butter pear i highly recommend you sample one.
we’re back in LA, but a few days ago we made the long trek home. it took us 12 hours to reach the mendo coast and 24 hours/2 days to get home. i don’t understand the particulars, but sister tells me driving speed has something to do with it.
here’s a pic of me and dear susan warder who i met unexpectedly on the headlands of mendocino.
we cruised through san fran on the way to pacific grove on hwy 1. then the next day we headed south on the big sur highway that clings to the edge of the continent.
we stopped at the henry miller library to sit a spell and soak in the ambiance.
i highly recommend a visit to see what the counter-culture movement along the coast is getting up to. they feature live music under the redwoods.
and books galore.
and plenty of old hippies who’ve been making this pilgrimage for decades.
we made a few more stops. okay, a lot more.
the scenery is holy.
sister heads back to her kansas life manana and i’m skipping off to guatemala in 2 weeks. this leave-of-absence business is splendid. see you soon.
yours truly MAM