On the walk after breakfast we thought it might rain. The clouds were a deep wet-grey and seem to be growing wetter. Pete went back for an umbrella, just in case but it didn't rain. In fact it cleared up due to this gale force wind. And the wind became stronger by the minute.
Oh sure, going out with the wind against our back and Morro Rock calling us ahead was a cinch. Then when we decided it was so much fun being blown away, we would make our way back. Talk about leaning into the wind. One hand on the hat and other trying to blade the wind in front. It was a fight to the finish and poor Wally, stalwart guy that he is, did his best to fight the gale.
We huffed and we puffed and we leaned into the wind. We fought, we battled the gusts like a fifty-percent off sale on Rodeo Dr. Finally, our weary bones were safe and dry as beached whales back at the Seaside Motel. After a hot shower, joint and a couple of glasses of wine, we felt in the groove,stood up and shouted at Zephyr...."Fuck You." Then the joint went out and couldn't be re-lit. Oh well.
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