Monday was a day of driving, driving, driving, as we headed south from San Francisco, needing to reach Los Angeles by Tuesday morning (at the latest!) for Sandeep's brother Sunny's wedding. We did follow the beautiful coastal Route 1 for a little way, stopping on a beach for a half-hour of play time. Sandeep threw a small piece of driftwood for Molly to fetch, but she preferred to bring back something a little larger. I sat on the beach, playing with beach rocks and burying my toes in the sand.
Molly has found a new travelling position, and seems very happy lounging on her cushions like a travelling princess.
We passed through agricultural land near Salinas, with wide, flat fields on either side of the highway enclosed by brown, wrinkled mountains in the distance. We saw workers picking in the fields, and trucks loaded with red peppers and cabbages.
We hoped to drive all the way to Los Angeles, but, finding ourselves too sleepy, we stopped for the night at Lake Cachuma, north of Santa Barbara. Our planned night of restful sleep was interrupted at 1 am by Molly erupting into ferocious barking at the window. We sat straight up in bed, our eyes bulging, expecting mountain lions and bears attacking from all directions, but it appeared to be nothing more than a skunk. Probably a huge, sabre-toothed skunk from which our fearless dog saved us...
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