Day 7

Sooooo, spent yesterday on Meredith and Devan's couch, minus a short, uneventful but pleasant walk around their particular burb in Marina. This joint used to be a military place, they tell me, which accounts both for the drab uniformity of the housing around here, and the scattering of monkey bars and other '50's exercise equipment. On the bright side, I spent no money and actually did some transcription work for me pops, making yesterday the first financially productive day I've had in months.

Bed: Still the couch
Drink: the heady ambrosia of the internet
City: Marina

Today, much more entertaining. Went to...a river who's name I did not catch, about an hour from Marina, I'll get back to you on that proper noun tomorrow. Anyway, went out with nine other teachers, seven of them of the lady variety, once again proving that no matter the gender or profession, modern twenty-somethings are foul-mouthed ne'erdowells, the whole lot of them. For any of my rivermates who stumble across this, believe me when I say that I mean that with nothing but love. This trip is, however, making me seriously re-assess my impression of my middle and elementary school teachers. Anyway, the river:

that's a panorama, roughly 180 left-right from top down

Due to being severely misinformed about the nature of this trip, Meredith, a trip which involved multiple fordings of the river before we even got to the super-special spot the educators of our nation's future has picked out to drink beer and harass wildlife, I arrived in Levi's with no swimwear and a pair of Doc Martens on. The only resort was my trusty boxer-briefs, for which I do apologize to my companions and the universe as a whole, but did allow me to have fun in the river. Resultingly, I spent the afternoon lounging in my underwear on warm rocks, drinking river-cooled tecate and watching friends body-surf the worlds least threatening rapids. I have had worse afternoons. Just to rub it in, here's two more shot of how fucking pretty it really is down here:

if it makes you feel any better, as soon as we got back into Marina (which is Bay Area Adjacent, and all that that implies) we were immediately engulfed in an impenetrable bank of damp, shriveling chill fog.

Bed: Same couch, although I think it ate my earbuds, so that's new

Drink: Cold Tecate, warm Evan Williams (because Meredith filled her flask when I got here, and she'll be damned if we don't finish it)

City: Marina