Full

Full
VTA, CA
October, 2010



My new roommate found an old telescope at his rental house. His previous tenants had left it behind. It looked brand new and barely used. It had all the pieces but no instruction booklet. Who am I kidding. We are men, no need for instruction booklets!




Craters.

Guard

Guard
Front Window
Ventuckey, Calif.
Any day after work, 2010




Guard dog, and she means business. No really, she does.

Grrrrr.

Kate

Kate
Ventuckey, Calif.
October 2010




Kate swung on down from Yosemite for a night. We painted, shared stories, laughed a bit. It was nice.

Done.

The End.

The End.
Pacific Coast Highway
outside Ventura, Calif.
Oct. 2010




And so as all good things have a habit of doing, it ends. The dog and I made it back to Ventucky in one piece with 2 months of memories, 27 states, 10,400 dusty miles crossed, and the smell of two oceans still fresh in my mind's eye. Made it back to the coast with just a few minutes to spare to catch one heck of a sunset.

Even though I was home I had no real ambition to actually go home. Kicked the feet up on the dash, cranked up the tunes, cracked open a cold beer, let the dog run in the surf, sat back after 2 months on the road and watched the show. And then once I was sure it was really over, I took one very long breath. Ahhhhh. Damn fine trip, damn fine ending.

The End.