Do I have regrets? Oh yeah. I should have explored that museum on Treasure Island. I should have actually gone to Montana de Oro. I should have gotten artichoke bread in Pescadero. I should have gone surfing by the nuclear power plant in San Clemente. I should have taken the Pacific Coast Highway through southern California. The great thing is that there is nothing stopping me from doing any of these things later in life. I hope I will.
I arrived at my parents' house on Crisscross Lane around 10:30 pm on Friday, March 13th. I had driven 728 miles, gone through countless CDs and playlists, stopped to check out the view at no less than 15 viewpoints, filled up for gas maybe three times, and satiated my curiosity about 1/3 as many times as I got more curious about things I didn't check out. Right now, I'm cleaning a tent that was still very damp when I unpacked it on Friday and a surfboard that is still covered in sand from a secret beach. My car will probably still smell funny for a few weeks.
I took a lot of pictures that I never ended up posting. Hopefully I'm get around to sharing them at some point. Here are two:
I'm glad I did this. I had a great time. If you have time, I recommend you take a trip too. Go exploring, even if just for a few hours. If you don't have time, make some. I created memories this last week that will last forever (or at least until I die and Google's servers crash). One of the best parts about this trip was that I knew I wasn't the only one experiencing it. Thanks for sharing this adventure with me.