May 25, 2017
Day 44
San Diego, CA
Miles driven: 5000ish
Currently Reading: The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck.
Currently listening to: Clair de Lune, by Debussy.
The Road Continues
And then I drove. I drove as fast and as far as I could. Tank after tank of gas was emptied and filled up in the car. A thousand miles passed along with a slew of sights, characters and strange places to sleep. I kept going and I wouldn’t stop until I got to the Pacific ocean. With each mile, all that was behind me was pushed further into the recesses of my mind. The time to look backward was over. Now it was time to look to the future.
The desert went on for miles as we tore through though the countryside. There was only one place I wanted to be and that was sunny California. We were draining the last little bit of energy we had to get to the most south-west point of the country, San Diego. I had a friend living there. We went to college together and learned how to be men in this tumultuous world. It would be good to see a friend after driving for so long.
The golden grass of the California countryside greeted us as we got closer to San Diego. The rolling hills of the mountains followed along the way as we continued to head south. I kept pushing the car forward as the sun slowly set. We finally arrived.
Of course we were greeted with the friendly hugs and handshakes of old friends. It was nice to be with family after so long. But the adventure had finally begun, so I was energized for the path.
And what a path it was.
We traveled to downtown San Diego to explore the city and get to the ocean in Coronado, CA. When traveling, if you want to imbibe and still remain inconspicuous, you have to implement a hobo drink. That entails buying a half-pint of liquor and a 20 oz beverage of your choice, draining half of the soda and filling it back up with the liquor. It is a cheap alternative to bouncing from bar to bar and there is little resistance in any institution you may arrive.
We activated our inner hobo, grabbed a whiskey and coke and set on down the road.
Three days passed and we had had the cops called on us for fighting the Pacific ocean, we had ventured into the depths of Tijuana and finished everything off with an epic sandwich battle for the ages.
Tired, hungover and satisfied from all the adventures, I looked over at my good friend, his loving wife, their pet bunny and of course Boss and I remembered something someone told me once:
“People are in your life
For a reason
For a season
Or for a lifetime.”
I don’t have many friends, but the ones that will be there for a lifetime make all the difference.