When planning a weekend's activities, my first task is to check the weather forecast. It is still early enough in the year that there are still some chilly days and nights out in the valleys and foothills, and to my mind, if it is gonna be cold out there, there is no reason to head that way. The coast is almost always cold, and this weekend, it wasn't really warm anywhere, so it was no loss to spend the weekend out along the coast - something I really don't do very often.
One of my long-standing tasks in the state of California is to drive the entire length of the Pacific Coast Highway. I have most of it done already, but there was the stretch between the city of Mendocino and the town of Jenner (where the Russian River runs into the sea) up north that I hadn't done yet. Since there was sun forecast for the coast, I decided to finally - after lo these many years - to get that stretch of the PCH checked off. I didn't really know much about what was up there, but it is the PCH, so by-and-large, there really isn't anything out there that isn't completely spectacular.
If I get out of the rhythm of regular reading, I have to read quite a bit of light fare (usually about music I like) to get back to the point where I can tackle the big-n-heavy stuff. I have just completed a long cycle of the easy and am now deeply immersed in a biggun' - one that might get me into trouble. The good kind.
Greetings from room 330 at the Hampton Inn in Ukiah California - Gateway To The Meth Country. I keed. Willits is the Gateway to the Meth Country. Since sleep will not come, CD reviews shall: