Our last morning in Big Sur.
After breakfast, we swept and folded the tent, cleaned up the campsite and loaded the U-Haul.
We stopped at Elephant Seal beach near San Simeon on the way home. It was cold and windy. We stayed about two minutes.
We arrived at Gwen’s brother’s house in Camarillo and unloaded my stuff into my car. I wanted to make it home before sunset and Gwen was staying for dinner.
I took the back way home and skipped the traffic on the 101. The 118 freeway travels through the foothills north of the San Fernando valley. It winds through great outcroppings of rocks that rise like henges. It as if all the boulders and stones that were on the valley floor were pushed up into these mountains. The setting sun behind us makes the rocks glow red.
The valley spreads out below until it rises into the hills of Hollywood. Somewhere over there are Laurel Canyon and Joni Mitchell’s house. It makes me feel good to know I live in the same city as Joni Mitchell.
We made it home just before dark. The girls had baths to take and stories to tell dad before going to bed. I had five loads of laundry and photographs to upload onto my computer.
