In the middle of the summer Martha got off the phone with our San Francisco friend David and suddenly said “We’re driving to California.” It was a shock and a case of terrible timing, but it was
true just the same. It was obvious. We had been trying to visit relatives out west for over 7 years. We’d tried several times but it had never worked out. We don’t like to fly. We almost took a train once. We hadn’t been on a big roadtrip in 12 years.
My Uncle Kent from Hollywood had been calling all these years asking when were we coming out. We wanted to take our little kids out to see him and Aunt Jo in their cool town, where I’d once hung out a lot and where I’d lived for months at a time on an old wood sailboat. We wanted to see Uncle Tim way up north beyond Reno in Susanville as well. And we wanted to see our friends out there.
Suddenly we knew that this was our chance. In the hectic storm of life and desperate work to avoid bankruptcy and try to create a viable alternative publishing company, it was clear that we had to go now or never.
The Big Kahuna–if you want to read the whole tale at once
Otherwise, here it is—with some photos—a day at a time…
