How odd to be out in the world. We aren’t venturing drastically far, but enough for a first substantial get-away since—-at least 3 years.

The teen has been across the GG bridge, but he was just a boy then, shorter than his mom and dad vs. the giant, moods-plagued, uber-sensitive young fellow he is now. This is his first time exploring the city. I was hoping to see his eyes widen over his mask as he rode a cable car, but they won’t be running again until August. The enigma of rock and crumbling buildings that is Alcatraz impressed him, though. Also, viewing the bridge’s girded underskirts from a boat…

I didn’t say ‘girded underskirts’ to the teen, I’m not that clueless a parent. Then again, I did try to buy him a t-shirt that said MEMBER ALCATRAZ PSYCHO WARD, and when I hastily backtracked and held the shirt up to myself with a laugh, it was too late, he’d moved on with a disappointed shake of his head. Doh.

Today we leave the city and head up Hwy 1 until it checks back in with the 101 and leads us to the Cali/Oregon border. Beaches, redwoods, river time, books on the Kindle, 20 printed pages of kidlit to leisurely edit while reclining before inspiring views. Sweaters!

Yours in re-relishing world,

PB