Tomorrow entails tough climbs, and a 100-mile stretch with no water. I already have a safety net in place with my host, though: she'll come pick me up if I don't make it in time. Camping on the side of the road is... plausible but kind of dangerous.
Anyway, I rolled into Santa Rosa just as some heavy rains came in from the west. It got darker and wetter as I sat and ate dinner, and my hopes of finding another Zeke and Micky MacLeod faded promptly. I cracked and bought a room in a Day's Inn. So nice... So comfy. Damn, I'm really pampering myself here in the southwest!
The room has wifi, so I can finally upload some photos without fear of data charges skyrocketing.
These cows look happier
"We don't get much choice in how we live and how we die, Eric. Be sure to make use of the choices you have."
- Great Aunt Betty back in Cleveland