I’m driving to Calistoga today, on my own, in a rented Hyundai. I don’t mind the typically grumpy treatment when I pick up my coffee at Little Flower because I’m happy! I’m excited! I’m off!
I back into another car in the parking lot. Totally my fault. No damage, but still…is this a bad sign? Can’t be because I don’t believe in signs
I don’t believe in signs
I don’t believe in signs
50 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Pyramid Lake):
No traffic getting out of LA. The lake below is deep blue/green and uninviting, like a thing that wishes to be left alone.
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN 50 AND 100 MILES FROM LA (Gorman):
An Antique Mall is sandwiched between a Liquor Store and a 76 gas station. It has a collection of human bones from old science classrooms.
A complete hand
A complete foot
A woman’s spine and hip bones
I wish I had $450 for that hand. It’s actually lovely. Here’s the bathroom:
100 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Taft Highway):
It looks like the middle of nowhere from the 5 freeway, but its actually a busy crossroads where several highways peel off in all cardinal directions heading who knows where.
150 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Twisselman):
Bleak.
Someone has fenced off a small area with concertina wire. I have no idea why. Thousands of tiny insects cover my parked car. Do they bite?
Answer: Yes
200 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Coalinga):
There is an landing strip here called Harris Ranch Airstrip. I saw a helicopter land. I saw a small plane take off. It’s always breathtaking to watch an airplane liftoff, even a very small one. How is such a thing possible?
It smells like grilled meats here.
250 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Rest Stop):
Oh, Rest Stops. Why do I love you so much? I would ode about it, but I need to get back on the road.
300 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Westley):
Dusty.
350 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Highway 12):
Still California. But somehow not. When did my visual definition of California change?
400 MILES NORTH OF LOS ANGELES (Napa):
I recognize the way the light slants. I know the rolling bank of fog on the horizon. These things sunk into my bones all those many years ago…