added june 16th
The road goes through enormous, flat industrial farmlands. We are
enjoying the sun and have a nice lunch on a log in the tall grass.
We continue on and when the evening arrives we’re still in the
middle of agribusiness heaven and far from any possible camping.
San Franscico, and Jesus still love
We roll across the Golden Gate bridge and through San Fran. The city
is pastel heaven, possibly a nice touch but it is sort of bland on
this overcast afternoon.
Jesus love me!
I turn twenty-four today, we couldn’t wait and ate the cake
yesterday. A few friends of Marie’s come over for a special
Mexican breakfast and it’s all good.