I thought it was about time I talked about the excellent road trip I went on with The Mrs., gree c and Gandi.We met up in San Francisco, where gree c, Gandi and I had to have a 5 mile hike on the cliffs and trails at Land's End in SF. We walked so long that darkness fell, giving me a creepy feeling for one second, in the creepy bushes in the wayward man trails, but gree c reassured me that we were ok, using her Romantic photo of the Golden Gate bridge (too Romantic to see the bridge,) as proof of the magic bubble that surrounded us.
Anyway, after a champagne lunch at The Mrs. dad's house on xmas day, we hit the road for Santa Cruz. The chief organizing principle for us there was a visit to the Bonny Doon wine tasting room/log cabin in the redwoods, which was ridiculously fun.
Figure (b): Gandi shows us who's the boss of the planet, (and it ain't the retarded humans.)
Speaking of the retarded humans, here is the choad further down the coast near Big Sur. The Mrs. drove us down the amazing highway 1, a beautiful winding road that clings to the cliffs and offers dramatic views and poignant reflections on The Self and The Life and Death, etc.
I don't have the attention span to give any more details, but rest assured it was beauty beauty beauty all the way down the coast, till we ended up in LA, where Gandi continued to lead us on an OCD tour of Modernist architecture.
Figure (c): The Schindler House! This place is insane. I actually started hyperventilating a little.
Another LA highlight of our tour:The Eames House!
Again, I can't focus enough to explain about the million other buildings we saw, because I'm distracted by the knowledge that there are big, beautiful waves out there today, and perfect, windless & sunny conditions. The memory of yesterday's mad rides on the overhead waves haunts me, and I can no longer sit still.