Asilomar Beach, Pacific Grove, CA © B.M. Spaethe
Spent the weekend in the Monterey Bay area with Lantern Tattoo, Dragon Tongue, and co. The first night we attended a house party and capped the night with a trip to a downtown bar where I drank past my allotted limit and spent the next morning freaking Keri out with my incessant rocking and trembling induced by my stomach’s dire need to empty its contents which happened in a CVS parking lot in broad daylight. I’m pleased that my first public regurgitation happened in a beautiful town on the Pacific coast. Another check mark on the ol’ bucket list.
Day two after my resurrection from the land of hangoverdom, we packed in a car and traveled to nearby Santa Cruz and wandered in and out of used bookstores, eating local pizza, sifting through a music store, and playing with parrots a man had brought out to interact with the public. One of the coolest towns I’ve been to here, yet.
This morning, Bias and I grabbed Starbucks and wandered around on Asilomar Beach watching the dogs run through the water and talking about happenstances and current events. The waves shot up into the sky over the rocks and surfers popped on and off of waves next to black birds riding the water like a rollercoaster seeking fish snacks.
The entire weekend was in the 70s and sunny and I watched zero television and surfed zero internet waves. During my drive back to Fresno, some clouds had settled in the mountains and I manically swerved off the road into a turnout to photograph it. One of the most breath-taking sights I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Summary: I fucking love California.