Highway 1 at San Louis Obispo opened yesterday after 14 months of closure. Good timing, I’d say. The coast was Beautiful, stunning, busy but stunning. In all honesty I’m too fatigued to do justice in recalling the day, so I will leave you with this: the coast on a motorbike is something else and travelling solo makes it all the more powerful for the very reason that one’s senses are heightened, aware only of themselves, their surroundings, and the vehicle that is more partner than vehcile.
Now, now we are in San Francisco. We were here quite precisely 4 weeks ago, save for the fact that the first time was a Friday morning at 6 30 am, and today, today it was Friday evening at 6 30 pm. The hills and the haze that surrounds them make for a dreamlike feel. I go through the city on the 101 and think, quite exactly, that I could have been born here. Something about it feels, oddly, me.. it is the haze, I think. The haze and the fog and everything else.