Devon and I had a plane to catch on Thursday, February 26, to head to Seattle for about a week. The thing was that Ryan and his friends, who we were fast becoming fond of, had a camping and surfing trip planned in Big Sur (ideal beautiful coast) for Friday through Sunday. It was very tempting. While tasting wine in the wonderful California sun, I got to thinking and speaking at the same time (i.e. drunk) and I suggested skipping the flight and renting a car to get to Seattle. Well, the idea stuck and soon Devon and I were searching for rentals. We thought we could get a car for about $35 a day. We’d seen a bunch of advertised specials and someone had called a service for us and said that’s what it cost. Well, although all the car lots had plenty of cars in them, for some reason when it was a one-way trip to Seattle, they were all sold out… some problem with driving the car over the border of California and leaving it there… Every place except Hertz, which charged more than twice as much. We didn’t think we could afford it and had thrown in the towel. That is, until we finally had to own up to the fact that we had to leave for the airport and were on our way when Devon said, “You know, I still have a reservation for $330…” F* it. We rented a car, went camping and Devon got to try surfing for the first time and swam in the Pacific Ocean. I got some beautiful photos and satisfied my craving for ocean and beach time since I had missed out in Thailand. It was a great decision.
(I have to pause and note that I’ve decided 25 is the perfect age to take a trip around the world because you are still young enough to get youth discounts on the trains in Europe but are also old enough to rent a car in the States. It was perfect timing for me.)




















