Last week, I'd left Santa Cruz (without my shoes) and continued my trek north. I stopped in San Francisco at a "pirate shop" (826 Valencia) that I've been meaning to check out for quite some time. It turned out to be more of an oddity than a pirate shop, but I did pick up an incredible pirate hat and some serious pirate socks. I was in a hurry to get to less familiar places, so I decided not to stick around the city, and moved on across the Golden Gate Bridge and onto Pacific Coast Highway Northbound. I drove up the beautiful coastline until dark, stopping to admire one gorgeous view after another. By dark, I'd arrived at the Bodega Bay Lodge, where I helped myself to their sauna, jacuzzi, and pool, and slept in their parking lot.
The next day was similar, but it was still light out by the time I'd made it to Fort Bragg. I provided the service of buying some vacationing kids from Sac some beer in exchange for some food, company, and um... beer. Later that night, I rode in the trunk of their mini-van about fifteen miles up the coast to a beach. The mini-van's battery died, and those kids didn't dig me anyways, so I hitchhiked back to my car and slept in a hotel parking lot.
I woke at about eleven in the moring and took the liberty of taking a shower in one of the hotel rooms that the maids had left open. On my way back to the car, a sheriff drove right by me and up to the hotel office. Needless to say, I made a hasty exit. I drove along the coast and though some redwoods, picked up and dropped off a hitchhiker here and there, and stopped in Eureka where I drank some coffee, ate a burrito, and called grrl, who lives in Eureka now, but her number had changed. I shrugged and drove to Humboldt State University where I snooped around the empty campus and through the empty halls looking for some proper mischief or a computer lab to get into. I lifted some vouchers for an orientation dinner to be held a coupla days later, just in case I might still be around then. I went to downtown Arcata and played bum with the street kids and gutter punks there, until I got tired and went and slept outside a warehouse.
In the morning, I went to forage for food and ran into a coupla hitchhiking girls who were trying to get to Eugene. I told them I could take them as far as Medford, where I was headed to visit my aunt. So we left Arcata and took Highway 199 from Cresent City. The girls seemed like pretty cool persons and offered their couch up were I to swing through Eugene in my travels. We traded numbers and I dropped them off just north of Medford. I, then, went to my Aunt Cheri's house in Eagle Point, and thats where I've been since. She's been very hospitable, though my timing was bad 'cause she's had to work every day since my arrival. Thus, I've been chilling with my young cousin, Ashlyn, and waiting for my shoes, which have supposedly been mailed to here. I've watched a lot of dumb television and a few good movies including Picture Claire, Heaven, and Narc, all of which I would reccomend.
That's about all I have to say right now. Maybe I'll chime in with something more profound tomorrow. But for now this is... zzz...
Until',
Hellzaphat
The next day was similar, but it was still light out by the time I'd made it to Fort Bragg. I provided the service of buying some vacationing kids from Sac some beer in exchange for some food, company, and um... beer. Later that night, I rode in the trunk of their mini-van about fifteen miles up the coast to a beach. The mini-van's battery died, and those kids didn't dig me anyways, so I hitchhiked back to my car and slept in a hotel parking lot.
I woke at about eleven in the moring and took the liberty of taking a shower in one of the hotel rooms that the maids had left open. On my way back to the car, a sheriff drove right by me and up to the hotel office. Needless to say, I made a hasty exit. I drove along the coast and though some redwoods, picked up and dropped off a hitchhiker here and there, and stopped in Eureka where I drank some coffee, ate a burrito, and called grrl, who lives in Eureka now, but her number had changed. I shrugged and drove to Humboldt State University where I snooped around the empty campus and through the empty halls looking for some proper mischief or a computer lab to get into. I lifted some vouchers for an orientation dinner to be held a coupla days later, just in case I might still be around then. I went to downtown Arcata and played bum with the street kids and gutter punks there, until I got tired and went and slept outside a warehouse.
In the morning, I went to forage for food and ran into a coupla hitchhiking girls who were trying to get to Eugene. I told them I could take them as far as Medford, where I was headed to visit my aunt. So we left Arcata and took Highway 199 from Cresent City. The girls seemed like pretty cool persons and offered their couch up were I to swing through Eugene in my travels. We traded numbers and I dropped them off just north of Medford. I, then, went to my Aunt Cheri's house in Eagle Point, and thats where I've been since. She's been very hospitable, though my timing was bad 'cause she's had to work every day since my arrival. Thus, I've been chilling with my young cousin, Ashlyn, and waiting for my shoes, which have supposedly been mailed to here. I've watched a lot of dumb television and a few good movies including Picture Claire, Heaven, and Narc, all of which I would reccomend.
That's about all I have to say right now. Maybe I'll chime in with something more profound tomorrow. But for now this is... zzz...
Until',
Hellzaphat
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