Leaving Stinson

Stepping outside in the morning, the air felt especially crisp and cold. I huddled in the door beside this window box,
smoking a Djarum and warming myself with a cup of red chai. Contrary to my prior declaration, I spent the night
rolling dice and drinking Guinness down at the Sand Dollar with Michael and Nick. The bracing air wakes me right
up, however.

As this close-up of my seat can testify, it was a really cold morning at Stinson Beach.

My tent and bag spent the night outside, and in the morning, they were covered in ice, a sign of things to come...

Nevertheless, fair and loyal Brünhilde started right up. Ja Voll!

This is looking back at Aggie's, halfway to the beach.

I love that rust-bucket Jeep (see previous post on Stinson Beach, CA, 1). Here's the hood with a coating of frost.

Stinson Beach, CA.

I hop on my bike, heading for the High Sierra.