This was a semi-charmed kind of day. Hitched to the coast not sure where to next. Stopped at this spot here to wander down to a little stream running ocean-bound where I could sit and wash the sweat and grit from my (only pair) of socks. My socks never dried and I left them hanging from a sign beside the highway and carried on barefoot. By the evening I was blistering heels against shoes slapping the asphalt and regretting my poor choices.
Big Sur area. Ocean and wind.
I got picked up by a guy in a hippie van that smelled like something had died in a gym bag while making love to patchouli. There was only one seat and buddy listened to terrible late nineties techno-pop.
The scenery was incredible.
