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October 29, 2007
The Trip Out West Part XXVI:
If you are just coming in to the story, and you want to read all the good stuff about my stint in jail, you should really start at The Beginning.
When we last left off, more than a month ago, Tom and I had rolled into Stanton, California, and had auditorally witnesses a drug deal gone bad (probably).
As I pointed out in the last installment, Tom and I were staying with one of my relatives and making use of his fifth-wheel camper in front of his house.
I'm not sure how long we stayed in Stanton though I don't think it was as long as a week. It may have been just a couple of days. I remember one day we went to Huntington Beach (and that on the way we passed a sign promoting Sammy Hagar putting on a concert someplace locally) and goofed off in the ocean. And one night we went to Denny's and had dinner with my relatives.
Let's say we pulled out of Stanton after three days. Whichever one of you is writing my biography be sure to record it that way.
The next stop was going to be San Francisco, to visit Tom's sister.
Pulling out of Stanton we decided we'd shoot up the Pacific Coast Highway so we could enjoy the view as we drove. After a while, and having noticed the view didn't really change (the ocean and pounding surf) we decided to cut over and catch 101 (most likely) for the rest of the trip as we thought we'd make better time. (Thanks to Google Maps we now know that the PCH would have taken 8 hours and 28 minutes and would have been 478 miles; going up 101 was 457 miles and 7 hours and 33 minutes. So we would have saved about an hour had we taken 101 the whole way.)
Before we got off the PCH we stopped at Malibu Beach, unless of course Malibu Beach isn't on the PCH. The thing I remember about the Malibu Beach was that it had too much trash on it (the problem with beaches is that they let people on them) and that I cut my heel on a broken bottle buried in the sand.
What I remember about getting off the PCH is that we did it via some small road that went up into some hills. It was well maintained but looked like one of those roads nobody used. As we popped up over the crest of a hill we came across an incredible view with a gorgeous golf course in a valley. It was one of those scenes that should be on a calendar someplace.
We eventually hit 101 and blew into San Francisco.
Posted by delmer at October 29, 2007 9:17 PM
Comments
I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top,
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
You're an icon, D!
Posted by: Icy Mt. at October 30, 2007 10:29 AM
Are we there yettttt??? I think I need a pee...
Posted by: Pen at October 30, 2007 3:47 PM
..and the jail part?
(I usually read the last chapter of a book first, so you see my impatience)
Posted by: Nancy at October 30, 2007 5:00 PM
Pen: there's one at the beginning of your name.
D: Caution may be advised when using blew and SF in the same sentence.
Posted by: Icy Mt. at October 30, 2007 5:04 PM
Lady P: This truly seems to be the story that never ends ... doesn't it.
Nancy: For the jail part search for "Sedalia".
IcyMt: Points taken.
Posted by: delmer at October 30, 2007 9:48 PM