We drove down south. The californian coastline is breathtaking. It was hard to get to that beach I read about in Big Sur, everything is private property nowadays, things are changing. But it's OK. Kerouac was just an old drunk anyway.
My first bath in the Pacific Ocean, freezing cold. Beautiful empty beach, no people around. Stopped close to Carmel to watch the sunset. Gonna go back there tomorrow.
One of those "we-just-robbed-a-bank-and-now-we-have-to-get-away-motel" outside Monterey. First floor. A lot of locks on the door.