Sabbatical 1998 - Day 20

Traveling

I started my day the way everyone should: with a good breakfast.  ("Breakfast is a funny name for a lobster."  Anyone here a Comic Strip fan?)  Eggs, bacon and hash browns.  ...and a milk, even though I ordered juice. ...and a rose which I didn't order and I didn't eat.

Rode from Santa Clara to Santa Clarita -- about 325 miles.  I'm within striking distance of three major theme parks now.

On my way, I passed through Gilroy where they were hosting the annual Garlic Festival.  Folks, my nose tells me that there will be very little vampire activity in the area for a few months.  I guess now I'm a seasoned rider, eh?

Once I arrived, I did laundry.  Sunned.  Read.  Ate.  Pooped.  Oh c'mon!  Everybody poops.  It's a fact of life, okay?!?!  Sheesh.  If we didn't poop we would bloat out like beached whales.  For the sake of decorum, I won't mention that I also peed (not in the pool.)

I'm not in the mood to do much with today's page, so this is it.  Not another word out of me.  Nope.  Well, except for that one.  and that one.   and, uh... I'm not going to talk to you no more.

Day 21 will be much more interesting, I promise.  Big coasters and lots of big air.