
We tried to see an exhibit at SFMOMA, the modern art museum of San Francisco, only to be turned away because it closed on Wednesdays. Who ever heard of closing a museum on Wednesday??? Monday yes, but not Wednesday. People red a distraction half way through the work week. Not to be deterred we browsed throughout the Museum store and headed on over to Haight Ashbury to check off some items on our "To Do" lIst.
First up, a Grateful Dead, tie-dyed T shirt for the stowaway back home. Tough decision, there ware at least 20 different kinds of tie-dyed dead head shirts. We settled on one, Camille bought a very cool, light defracting silver ring.


Camille was taken to a back room, set up like a doctor's office by a masked and rubber gloved piercer person, not sure what the correct terminology is. He thoroughly sterilized her ear, told her to take a deep breath and breath out slowly and before she fully exhaled there was a squeak, a drop of blood and a new ring in her ear. Very well done.


We considered taking Hwy 1 down the coast, a beautiful ride past Big Sur, Carmel and other sights that we'd seen on our last trip to the west coast. Seeing that it takes minimum of 9-10 hours, and it was already 2 pm, we opted for the recommendations of my nephew Kim, to hop on 280 until Hwy 101. Good choice, except the changing from interstate with limited access to freeway. Passed a garlic farm along the way, at Gavilon, mmmm, mmmm, my favorite seasoning. Some of the other fields were not so welcome smells, cabbage being tops on the list.
It's a little creepy passing huge satellite dishes so close to the road as we zoomed by Los Altos Hills on 280. A small, unmarked building with multiple communications towers and another large dish could be glimpsed between rolling hills… Sounds like a good start for a B rated mystery, I digress, but whom wouldn't after going 4000 miles.
Driving through miles and miles of produce still in the process of ripening is astounding, especially considering the variation of crops and what our little part of the world uses. The lengthening shadows give a Van Gogh air to it all. Patterns, rhythms, contrasting colors. Most of the landscape outside of these fields is dry and golden. California is known for it's water shortages, where is it all coming from to keep everything else green and growing?
We spotted 2 oddly shaped "islands" a ways out, but couldn't make out what they were as we passed just north El Capitan State Beach. They looked too tall to be a natural phenomenon, but it was too hazy to make out exactly what they were. Weird. Saw three more near Ventura. Are these oil riggs?????? They look like something from Lord of the Rings. Traveling is a humbling experience. We get to gloss over what an area is all about, but these local oddities escape us. Thankfully the internet exists for curious minds. They are oil rigs and they create their own underwater habitat amongst the labyrinth of metal beams and pillars. How persistent nature is, to continue with what it does best, grow. One would never know what is below the surface without looking into it. These pictures are pulled from:
http://www.divephotoguide.com/underwater-photography-travel/article/diving-southern-californias-oil-rigs/
After stopping to ogle at the setting day over the Pacific ocean, the rest of the day went by in a blur, literally. With high speed limits, and low light, Camille made tracks and we checked into a Residence Inn in Camarillo, CA before midnight. The Compass was getting quite a collection of road wings on the front grill and behind the side mirrors.