Being of limited funds and consecutive days off, I take my kicks when I can get ’em. Two impromptu trips in the last several weeks lifted my spirits – first via bike to the Marin Headlands, then to Death Valley for a yoga retreat. Yip!
Hippies and/or lovers of Jesus are all-pervasive out here. This rock art read “agape” in a heart, followed by a two-headed arrow pointing to infinity.
P. Ford searching for the perfect rock to throw into an abandoned military manhole.
He got really into it.
Windsurfing under the bridge! My new goal.
I coulda sworn this wasn’t Egypt…
The landscape out here was so varied! Dunes, mountains, salt flats, fake palm oases (that was a human touch), variegated crumbling rock. I felt like I was surrounded by a silent collection of the most impartial judges of humanity in the world, that cared not whether we lived or died.
Just before hitting the salt flats. We drove home that night, through the dark and the silence, and later the (surprising!) 5am traffic and sudden rains.