Rolling . . .

Goodbyes and then down the coast on Highway 1 watching beautiful stormy weather, watching my own pride, hawks, narcissism, breakers, sadness, and windsurfers.

Any day I can look at my own defects and feelings and accept them—that is a good day.

Close to 200 miles but I'm not warm yet. Chilled to the bone getting this shot at Pebble Beach.