Monday, March 16, 2009

The End

As you can probably tell, my adventure has ended. After arriving in LA, I helped the Stanford Band fill an empty trombone spot at the Women's Pac-10 Basketball Tournament. I then drove home to San Diego relatively quickly and uneventfully. The reason I was going to San Diego was to attend an anniversary memorial service for my Grandfather, so I ended up running into a deadline after all. I now believe that if you were truly adventuring and taking yourself out of the normal scheduling and time paradigms that govern our lives, there is no amount of time that you could set aside that would be too large. What if you never get bored? I would say 4 days was not enough time to fully experience California or get to stop everywhere I wanted to stop. It was enough time to have a hell of a lot of fun.

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.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Sunset 3-12-09

Mile 600 Reflections / Los Angeles

About 50 miles ago I had to say farewell to Highway 1. I wanted to get
to Los Angeles to watch the sunset and around here, Highway 1 becomes
the Pacific Coast Highway, winding through Ventura and Malibu and not
fast enough to get me to where I wanted to go. The 101 (yes Marie,
that's what it's called here) filled up like a sponge with traffic,
leaving me feeling like I wasn't on an adventure at all. However, once
I got here, I shed the freeways quickly, fleeing into the Hollywood
hills to find this view. I plan to spend a leisurely time watching a
beautiful smoggy sunset. I had to do a bit of four-limbed climbing to
get here, but it's totally worth it. Isn't it always?

Rincon Island

What is on Rincon Island that is so cool they people are willing to
build a bridge to it and then protect the bridge with double barbed
wire fences? I'm not going to find out today... Double barbed wire
fences are not my forte.

Carpinteria, CA

This is where Lauren, one of my best friends, lives. I tried to get in
touch with her to hang out, but it didn't work. Strange how someone I
used to see and talk to everyday, now is almost a stranger whose phone
number I don't have.

Mile 500 Reflections

For anyone who plans on driving down Highway 1, don't just watch the
ocean on your right. The mountains on your left are pretty sweet too.

Keep Going

After the relative peacefulness of Solvang and my failed (or at least
incomplete) Montaña de Oro and Isla Vista detours, I was feeling a bit
low on energy. I stopped at a beach just south of UCSB with the
intention of napping on the sand. However, I ended up walking to the
end of a nearby pier. While staring out into the ocean, I caught a
glimpse of two Gray Whales surfacing for air. I looked around, but
none of the fishermen seemed to notice. The second time they surfaced,
I took this picture, but I don't think you can really see them, so I
put the camera away and just enjoyed.

Those majestic whales seem to dawdle on their journeys, but they keep
going. It's time for me to do the same.