Separated from sunrise

It has been a few days since my last semi-adventurous post, but the harsh reality is that I have little to report. I will give you what I can:

A few days ago I left Big Blue in the capable hands of Leigh and Drea who were nice enough to haul it to our next camping location. The van is now empty, but hanging out with the others just off Interstate 8 in Southern California. I separated from Big Blue to accompany a beautiful woman to the greater Los Angeles area. It didn’t take much convincing on my part. I am told that my role during this 3-day trip is that of a body guard but something sinister lurks… I can feel it.

Moose did get to hang out at the local dog-beach, until he got fixated on humping another dog, at which time we had to leave. I took the time to go see a movie in an actual theater… something I rarely do these days.

Since arriving in Long Beach yesterday, I have been wondering just why people wish to live this way. With buildings so tightly packed together, one can not even enjoy the morning sunrise. The sounds of doors slamming, people yelling, and sirens kept Moose on edge all night. I, on the other hand, slept like the dead in a proper cushy bed following a most pleasing of hot showers that lasted until the water began to run cold. Prune-fingers and all baby!

Along with the hot water I get use of 120v power for a few days which will allow me to catch up on some work, and hopefully even get ahead a bit so when I return to Big Blue in the Southern California desert I will have more time to enjoy those spectacular sunrises and sunsets that modern city life strips from you without consent.