On the way to point reyes, having passed through the fog, rolled through and around the mountains, i'm not sure exactly where this was other than between john muir woods and point reyes ... but who cares? does it really mattter where geographically i was? There was only one road and it went this way and the other, and all i had to do to get back where i came from was turn around, so all a map was good for was the names of places ... but i've never been so good with names. it was there, the light was just so and that is the point to a road trip after all, at least for me. I always thought it would be neat to do the blue highways of William Least Heat Moon but even that may too structured a road trip for me. what can be better than your music, a camera, a tank of gas in a car that goes? i guess i couuld drive to this same place again given the opportunity but it wouldn't be the same.

Stinson Beach ... beach the way it's supposed to be unless i guess you think skin cancer and wrinkles and all are cool ... not me. I'm a white slug sort though still wrinkled and imperfect of skin and all other ways ... we digress. i could live on a beach if it was like this but bringing in the sun and all its accoutrements -- not for me. lots of dead jellyfish on the sand were kind of neat to look at but no shells at all ... and no tar, no garbage, no plastic bags, no plastic bottles, no animals strangled in netting still clothing their corpses, no broken glass or wasted beer cans.

No people.