In Return from Avalon (and Points West), Arnie Penders begins his journey by selling his rare and used books store in San Francisco and setting off on a road trip. We arrived in the steal-your-heart city mid afternoon yesterday, wandered through Chinatown and the Italian section, down to the waterfront for drinks, then back for Italian food for dinner. But I haven’t seen much of the city yet. Was here for a day 30+ years ago, do I don’t remember much. I did see a little used book store on the taxi ride back to the quaint little Inn/B&B where we’re staying, and which is exactly the type of lodging Arnie would choose. Hmmm. Who would guess that he’s like me in so many ways? But when I went back to take a picture of the book store, it was gone. Maybe I was confused, but I’m going with the explanation that there is magic involved. The world is so much more interesting with the possibility of magic. But Arnie and I did share an experience: the Sequoias. Here’s his take on the topic:
After five days on the road, I’m still a little intimidated by the concept of being so small in such a large land. Although I’m making some headway getting past my megalophobia. I actually stood under a redwood tree and looked up without getting queasy or feeling inadequate. I took a shot of whiskey before I risked it, but it turned out OK.
I remember the majesty of the big trees from my last visit to Northern California, but of course, you never remember just how awe-inspiring they are. A photo never comes close to capturing the feel. But, undaunted, I took some pictures to share. Here’s one, standing at the bottom looking up, just like he did.