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| Route 60 Short-Story Journals March 5, 2004 Oceanside — The train arrived on time. The bag is here. The bike is here. The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful. Sorry, Jimmy. The brown L-A haze is just the usual ocean-side gray this morning. Looks like it’ll clear by noon though. I plopped down under a yum-yum tree beside the train station and began reassembling the bike. No one seemed to notice this peculiar activity—welcome to California—but the street scenery was indeed yum-yum. Just like as seen on TV. The Econolodge had a room reserved and I lazed in the shower after a three-day drought. Anxious to get in the seat (can’t say saddle for a recumbent) I headed out to explore Oceanside and find a spot for a Pacific-shore-start photo. The picture below isn’t it. It isn’t even Oceanside, but Solana Beach, the next stop down the tracks. I had planned to start the trip there but couldn’t reserve a cheap room. Sitting adjacent to a Marine Corps Camp, I thought Oceanside might better suit my style and budget. The picture a right was taken at Union Station, Richmond. Come back in March for some me-in-California pictures. |
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