It let up right around what seemed to be the happiest place in the world right then.
Found myself on the Santa Cruz boardwalk.
Santa Cruz is a pretty excellent college town, probably my second favorite one after Charlottesville. It's a really nice place, and I couldn't have had a better host in Mike. His cat Winifred is the cutest cross-eyed Siamese ever.
Riding in the rain got my cold colder, so I drove down to San Luis Obispo. I have no qualms with driving 200 miles. So it's partly a road trip now. I had a great time. I remembered that I love driving and NPR and open windows. After Big Sur (which is as beautiful as they say. Everything I loved about the California coast just all seemed to come together there. Stunning. Go.), the road dipped and dove and swooped enough for me to know that if I were on my bike with the Bob, I would have died or worse. I'm not kidding.So yes, I'm in San Luis Obispo, another town that ranks high on the list of Awesome Towns. It's a Tuesday night, but there was a line starting to snake around the block for the 7:30 showing of Rocky Horror (oh HS-ers), and there were two live shows, one of which had a block-long line. And all the stores are open late. AND, you can eat frozen yogurt and toppings by the pound at Bali's Frozen Yogurt. If they offered the option to blend your yogurt, then this would definitely beat Arches, which is unbeatable. This is what 1.06 lbs of frozen yogurt (peanut butter, malt chocolate, mint chocolate) and toppings (hot caramel and fudge, cookie dough, PB cups, chocolate chips, rainbow nonpareils, rainbow sprinkles, other stuff I can't remember) looks like.
So now I'm here. I'm returning this lovely Ford Taurus tomorrow morning, then heading down to the bedroom community of Lompoc.
I'm excited to get back home pretty soon, but I forget that home doesn't have as many exciting things around every corner. I've been living almost exclusively in extremely emotional states, ranging from frustration and desperation to absolute wonder and pride, for the last few weeks. I hope I can keep that up when I get back home. Life shouldn't be ordinary.
2 comments:
I'm glad you were able to keep that sundae down.
When you get back, you should organize the risks you're willing to take, and then just take them, perhaps in alphabetical order...
paintball and skydiving are pretty far down in the alphabet.
oh, but they move up to the middle range if they become "naked paintball" and "naked skydiving."
i think this trick will work for most everything!
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