On the road. Heading north. Plans are sketchy. Not going to bypass Portland and Seattle. No campgrounds booked. Try and wing it from here to Yellowstone.
Out of San Francisco. Combination of highways 1 and 101. Going to listen to entire ipod. A to Z. Twelve days worth. Or thereabouts.
Through wine country. Massive estates offer tasting. Deer warnings become elk warnings. Then redwoods dominate.
Nine hours on the road.
Clam beach. First night out of San Francisco.
Today was A to Amii. (Highlight: Adam Gnade "Hymn California". Apt.)
Tired. Two previous nights broken by super snorer. Even used earplugs. No avail. Unsure of hostel etiquette. Mention or not?
Wake earlier than hoped. Cold. Windscreen wet outside. First time. Three hundred miles further north. Different climate.
Meet Kenny. Archetypal Californian beach dude. Purple Nimbus got him. That subtle attraction. We touch fists. Raphael was right.
Day two. Get honked at. In praise of textbook driving. No doubt. Tree trunks as big as van. It's that big. Van as big as tree trunks. They're that big.
So many signs. Can't read them all. Roadside attractions. Drive through this tree. Buy this log. See Bigfoot. Confusion Hill - balls roll up! Tree motel. Tree cafe. Tree house. Dinosaurs.
Slip silently out of California. Oregon. Oregon coast. Wow. Just wow. Rocks. Cliffs. Waves. Barren, desolate beauty. Powerful.
Forests so thick you can only see three feet in from the road.
More signs. Look at this view. Look at this view. State Park. Viewpoint. Beach. Viewpoint. Forest. Viewpoint. Viewpoint. Viewpoint. Viewpoint. Viewpoint.
Seven hours on the road.
Bastendorff Beach. Second night out of San Francisco.
Today was An to Anta. (Highlight: Animal Collective. Memories of melodies as experienced by perplexed Spaniards.)
Tired. Early night. Update map first. And journal. Write this word. And this. Early rise. Cold. New State. Need to acclimatise. Eat and leave. On road before nine.
Day Three. Towns borne of estuaries. Towns borne of bays. Bridges and boats.
A postbox held forth by a dolphin. Establishments proclaim with rainbow flags: "We Are Open". Every one.
Lick of mist on a coastal road. Hanging above a lake. Windswept trees arc over the road. Branches one-sided. Seemingly climbing up cliffs.
Refill petrol. Rain. Not rain. Drizzle. First American Drizzle.
Middle of nowhere. Billboards rival Hammersmith flyover. Pictures of business owners (with dogs).
Seven hours on the road.
Portland. Jantzen Beach. An island in the Columbia. A Trailer park.
Today was Anto to Audi. (Highlights: Arab Strap "Elephant Shoe" / Art Brut "Bang Bang Rock and Roll". Old friends.)
Tired. Stupified. Headache.
Drive, eat, sleep. Drive, eat, sleep. Drive, eat, sleep.
Three nights here. Recuperate.
Hopefully.
More to come. More of the same.
Much more.
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