Happy Friday!

Lots of winding roads.  I mean… lots.  The kind that the driver happily accelerates into and the passenger grabs the “oh-shit” handles and tries to hold back the pending carsickness.  But really, really beautiful drives.

So we started with some giant-trees.  A chorus of “that one’s big.  Woah, that one’s *really* big” rang through the car, and I was thankful for our new camera. (I have hundreds of megabytes devoted to our green  friends.  Totally worth it.

The problem with nature though is twofold:  1. it makes my skin itch, throat swell and nose run.  2. wifi.  nature needs more wifi hotspots.  Hell, I’ll go so far as to say (so far) that California in general needs more wireless internet.

Jon and I stopped at two breweries today, that were great. okay.  Lost Coast was pretty good and North Coast was incredible.  I didn’t realize that Brother Thelonius was brewed in California.

We also stopped at a beach and mulled aroudn that for a bit.  We found these CRAZY water bugs that looked liked trees.  Creeped me out, but jon decided that they must be baby hermit crabs that decided to live in pieces of bark for a bit.  I decided to accept his idea without hesitation because the alternative — the creepy, crawly, unknown alternative was a little more than I was prepared to handle.

We took Highway 1 through some crazy mountain path and heard that the view of the ocean once we reached the coast was absolutely breathtaking. It was, but more in the “oh god, i can’t see the road 10 feet in front of me” sort of way.  It was… really foggy.  Fog, actually, doesn’t seem to describe acurately the milky-white denseness that set over the area.  I mean, we live in Seattle now.  I’ve seen fog.  This was more than fog.

Oh! right.  Before the curvy, vomit-inducing roads and before the foggy coast was the trees.  The trees that we *drove* through.  The car… went THROUGH the tree. See.  It was so big and had a hole through it… and then we paid a man five dollars and then he let us DRIVE through his tree. It was one of the weirdest, most American things I did all day.  haha.

Boy, am I bad at telling stories in order.

So while writing this, we were in Santa Rosa, California.  In a hotel in the south of Sonoma County.  Perhaps (reinforcing my earlier point) the only modern hotel in the world that does not have wireless internet included.  It’s so… weird to me.  I’m writing this at 11pm, on Friday night, yet there’s a very good chance that it won’t get posted for days.  Months.  YEARS.  Who knows if it will ever get posted.

I’m being a bit too dramatic for my own