Further

Just to catch up: I stayed at Cuyamaca Rancho State Park on Monday night. It was over 4000 feet altitude so was cold but had hot showers and lots of bird life which has been missing from my recent desert days. It was almost empty and not very scenic because of preceding year's fires in the area. Tuesday I drove into San Diego to get some work done on the car. I found a brilliantly bright sunny state park on the beach so signed up for two nights. I got some nice shots of the sunset. By morning it was wet and foggy. I took it personally. Cosmic bait-and-switch.

I went to get more work done on the car but the mechanic was pushy and rude so I canceled and went to a local cafe instead. At first I felt as if I would get struck by lightning for rejecting abuse but then felt good about putting humanism ahead of some practical agenda. I decided to go to Baja for a while.

I went to a local insurance office to get insurance for Mexico. It took the agent a long time to get the information. I fretted about the time passing then noticed myself and suddenly everything was fine. Beautiful and pleasant in the busy little office—everything as it ought to be and life passing gently like an elegant entertainment. This ease is what I always think others feel. Perhaps they do. Not me much. Oh, I try to pretend to alright.

Depending on when my tent dries out in the morning I’ll head south. Further. I always wanted to say that.