Matthew walked bow-legged with quick, northbound jerky strides up the hill above Pescadero State Beach. His blue nose female kept up alongside, but her grey head hung lowered, shoulders hustling, tongue panting. Matthew’s back, young and strong, held his yellow backpack upright. It’s top peeked high above Matthew’s head. It’s bottom strapped snug around Matthew’s… Read More Share The Road
Hot dog Buns First day of Summer arrives bittersweet, for it marks the beginning of dwindling hours of daylight, until the solstice reaches its low, its demise, if you will, the blackout which signifies winter’s begin. First day of Winter, hopeful. Days getting longer. First Day of Summer, full of regret over time wasted. “After… Read More Meridian
Used to be that psychedelic magic buses drove the Coast Highway. They’ve long disappeared now. A few are still around, parked long ago under the tree canopy of the redwood and oak forests. Aging and decaying. Now dusty, dirty, and grey, their faded swirls of paint across the nose, sides, and top. I’ve seen one between… Read More Can I buy your Magic Bus?
Just John caught my eye when I was driving south on Cabrillo Highway and I thought, “What an interesting person he must be, out here riding his bike, a tri-bike, loaded with gear for camping and extended touring, I’d like to talk to him.” But I whizzed right on by his narrow hold of California… Read More Share The Road