Road trip

Short one tonight, since we’re on the road. Tonight, we’re in Garberville, where the streets are paved with marijuana bricks. Which looks a lot like asphalt, actually; you have to get down on your knees and sniff to smell the difference.

Jake and I had dinner at Calico’s Deli, a quirky little place that impressed the hell out of us a few years ago, last time we made this trip as a family. I had pesto, Jake had gnocchi. Jake didn’t like his gnocchi, so he had pesto, I had gnocchi. We brought a BLT back for Karen, who was resting in the hotel.

Another two hundred miles tomorrow. We believe in civilized driving, Karen and I. None of this “500 miles in one day or you’re a sissy” stuff like dear old Dad used to do.

Hey, let’s see how fast I can do Thirteen Road Trips:

  1. 1964, LA to Boston (Exciting! Everything is exciting when you’re two.)
  2. 1960s and 70s, various times, LA to Las Vegas (Short of Boston, my parents’ favored vacation destination. *Yawn*)
  3. 1970, LA to Boston (Exciting! Still too young and dumb to know better.)
  4. 1972, LA to Boston (By now, I knew better.)
  5. 1979, LA to Berkeley, I-5 (Boring!)
  6. 1982, Berkeley to LA, Hwy. 101 (Grueling!)
  7. 1982, Berkeley to Tahoe (My first and only skiing adventure. I didn’t break anything.)
  8. 1983, Berkeley to Palo Alto, my first ‘big’ move (Not that big.)
  9. 1984-1990, Palo Alto to Monterey (The annual Cancer Biology retreat at Asilomar. Best conferences ever.)
  10. 1990, Palo Alto to LA (We drove the truck. The snakes stayed in pillow cases.)
  11. 1997, San Antonio to Canyon Lake Mudhole (That’s how desperate we were to see water.)
  12. 1999 and after, Crescent City to San Jose down Hwy 101 (Nice drive. We’re reliving it.)
  13. 2004, Brookings to Portland (Hwy 101 north of Brookings: kicks ass. Some of the nicest coast line you’ll ever see.)

No lurve, lurvlings. Don’t know when I’d find the time.

Wish us luck 🙂

D.

1 Comment

  1. Stamper in CA says:

    Good Luck!!
    I like Boston…always have, always will.
    I could listen to my Irish pen pal’s Bostonian accent all day.