"hold on to 'ya butts"

Currently, Monday, September 8, 2008 I am sitting at a coffee shop in Humbolt county. I started this blog because until now I have been telling myself I will write and every time I give it a go, I quickly stop and tell myself I will start writing later, knowing full well I will not. Why do I want to write? Mostly to talk about my trip. What trip am I talking about? I am glad you asked. Well, my buddy and I are traveling the country. Filled mostly with romantic ideas from the likes of Kerouac and Steinbeck, I decided I really wanted to see the country and what better time to go then when your lease is up and you have no where to live? Also we're young, and there will be no realistic time for a trip like this when I am old and want nothing more than to just sit around and gripe about how the tv "nowadays" just doesn't compare to the tv of old. Brett and I left with a rough outline for the first couple of states two days ago. We hit up Crater Lake first. And what a lake she was. "Deep Blue Lake" as it was first called, was discovered by some '49er whose name escapes me now. Indian legend has it, that the lake bird was originally grey, but upon dipping its wings in the water it turned blue. The lake is the seventh deepest lake in the world, and is approx 1900 feet deep- some even speculate that it is 8,000 feet deep, but those people have been largely discredited. I won't name names. We spend the next night somewhere outside of Medford which is nothing to write home about. So I won't. Today was a good day- I must say, this is easy living. We woke up at our own leisure and headed to California, where the beer flows like wine and the women flock instinctively like the salmon of Capistrano. We had heard the Redwoods were the place to be, and needless to say, I was not disappointed. The trees were so big, "you'd expect a trex to pop out behind one at any moment." That's what a park ranger told us anyway. They were pretty big, and since I had nothing to compare them to, I took him at his word. I kept wondering how many redwood trees they had to cut down to make a road people could drive on to see redwood trees. You gotta spend money to make money though, and I am sure these redwoods really appreciate the attention. We are in or right outside of Eureka now, Brett is skating and I am at a coffee shop trading off between beers and coffee. Easy living indeed. At Crater lake I spent the time reading and sleeping, in the car I've spent time talking to Brett or listening to music, and in the Redwoods I just took in the view. Tomorrow we hit up San fran- anyone know any cool places we must go, just drop a line.