and they're off

yep. count 'em.. that's seven mcchickens thanks to a mistake made by a mcdonalds associate just outside of salem oregon. this is where we found ourselves at about 4pm due to delays leaving seattle and some really shitty traffic. after satisfying our annual urge for a mcdonalds gut cramp, two tanks of gas, and about twenty cigarrettes each, we finally rolled in to garberville, cal at about 1.30am. unfortunately for us, this was some sort of significant biker weekend in northern california so all of the hotels in town were booked. with no where to sleep, we decided to push on and make the tracherous drive up the hill to the school where keith will be living and working. his employer assured him the day before that a key wold be left to keith's new dorm room. unfortunately for us, hippies often forget things, and this was one of those instances. there was no key left for keith and we now found ourselves in just about the most remote place that i have ever been at 2.30am without a bed. i set my alarm for 6am and crashed in the car. keith found an unlocked classroom to crash in. after finishing off our last extra mcchicken i fell asleep.

i said my last goodbye (of many over the last couple of days) to k at about 6.30am and made my way down the mountain. i saw 5 deer; the same number as i had seen on my way up the night before. suddenly it was california hot and before i knew it i found myslef on the golden gate bridge.