>>287808Man, last summer I went out to Los Angeles for a couple of weeks. I'd spent 4 days in Santa Monica and I was darn tired of it. I wanted to head south, and so I looked up a hostel down south and found one at the edge of the LA county border called San Pedro.
I spent 4 days in blissful repose there, taking walks under the cliffs over piles of rocks and fallen chunks of the cliffs themselves.
Every day there I took my lunch at this great diner down by the water full of bikers, and they always had the blues playing over the speaker system. Same meal every time, just an order of French fries, a burger, and a can of ice cold coca-cola. Every day the price changed too, either about 35 cents up or a dollar down.
Those bikers were all some of the nicest folks in the world too.
Anyway, the thrust of this story comes down to this. I'd went out west largely to visit my good friend who's out studying in Santa Barbara. After four days in San Pedro, he came down in his car and picked me up. We then began the long drive North to Santa Barbara.
Man, the stuff we listened to! It's all stuff I normally listen, but hearing Lightning Hopkins growl on the Pacific Coast Highway is just something else.
After a few hour we got a heavy rainstorm, but soon it cleared up. I was looking through my friend's ipod, and decided to put on an Isaac Hayes record. "Walk on By" came on, and the sun started coming out. We crested the top of a rise, and then this amazing valley came in to view. Shafts of sunlight were pouring out of the sky, through the moisture still in the air, and it was just jaw-dropping beautiful. Vineyards stretched out on on side and the sun was beautiful and the guitar was growling and my eyes were wet.
It was honestly one of the most beautiful moments of my life.
