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?
This post could have been entitled, “A Departure From The Road,” or “Before The Road There Were Trains,” but the former seems cliché and the latter’s too wordy. The quote from Ray Navis’ article in the Santa Ynez Valley Journal seems a most fitting title for this post, The further south we headed, the more… Read More “The further south we headed, the more surfers appeared.”