Tent was soaked form the fog this morning. I again jumped
out of bed and drove off into the fog. First I went to the Wharf and then back
up to Bodega Bay SP. There were deer everywhere attempted to capture a hawk. I
believe I got some nice pelicans in the fog.
Went back and made a futile attempt to dry the tent before
packing it up. The pole for the fly snapped, I will repair it where every I end
up tonight. SH
Drove through the fog to Pt. Reyes Lighthouse, hiked just
short of half a mile to the top of the stairs leading down to the lighthouse.
Thirty stories, 308 stair steps each way. So I ascended and descended and then ascended
and descended. Then drove back the 19 miles I drove in and headed on the road
to San Rafael. A road I immediately recognized as I had lived on it in 1973.
The days of listening to horse next door when they went out riding. Three
hundred dollar a month phone bills to Lori in Joliet. A summer of madness that
I won’t go into.
I also knew that there is a state park up this road in the
Redwoods. Samuel P. Taylor State Park and you have a space for me. A Turkey
Vulture just flew overhead; I think it has been following me since Rhode
Island. Could be a government drone disguised as a Turkey Vulture. Fuck your
$willary you will not get my vote, damn the thing just shat on me.
So I semi repaired my tent for now at least. I may have to
find a good sporting goods store or the right sized branch I can whittle down.
I have some firewood for tonight, my neighbor last night
gave me some as they were leaving and had a large stack that were no going to
take.
Tonight calls for Habanero Green Chile Chicken Sausage from
Aidell’s, cooked over an open flame then wrapped in a piece of sourdough bread.
Okay time to light the fire. Tomorrow I cross the Golden
Gate.
