I needed to get out of myself. Thoughts spun around my head like a hamster in a wheel. I needed to shut my laptop and get the hell out of Dodge, specifically up the California Coast for a road trip.
So rather spontaneously I reserved a room at the Alamo Motel and took off. Every destination would be rather random and unplanned. A step out of my comfort zone.
I don’t know what it is about the open road. Driving. It becomes a form of transcendental meditation for me.
Very uncharacteristic of me, I took my time…stopped along the way. Took pictures. And yes, I became enthralled with the panorama option on my phone. Consider yourself warned.
It occurred to me as I pulled into the parking lot of the Alamos Motel that I had been to Los Alamos before. Yet it didn’t trigger any memory while booking the room online. It wasn’t until I entered the very small town that I remembered it.
I’m not one for planned quaintness. Yet, Los Alamos isn’t all glossy spit shine. It’s warmth embraces you.
I had a very nice glass of wine with charcuterie at Pico that evening and went to bed.
The next morning my first stop on my random tour was Oceano Dunes. When I read that one could drive cars on the beach I had to check it out.
As well as human imprints.
You were warned.
Stayed for my next destination.