I wake this morning feeling ready to attack the day with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind, and order a bus ticket to Modesto, but with several hours to experience Long Beach before it departs, I decide to hit the beach for all the beauty there is to be had there, not only in the local landscape, but the locals, as well. Realizing I'd hadn't visited the ocean since I was a child, I drop my pack on the beach and run into the water, clothes and all. Still too early in the year for many of the locals to consider "beach weather", I had the ocean to myself. I had never felt so free. This will be a place I return to.
There is nothing in the world that can put an end to a sense of freedom quite like a deadline, and slightly begrudgingly, I head to the bus station to take one last long trip to what is for now, the last destination on my adventure, Modesto.
Along the way to Modesto, a handful of riders are picked up along the way. One of which, a beautiful woman in her early twenties sat with me, and after some banter, reclined into my chest and with my arm around her, I am immediately reminded of the one thing I miss most about having a place to go home to at the end of the day. Perhaps I don't want to be alone at fifty-five after all.
05-19-2016
I arrive in Modesto quite early in the morning, and with no major corporations available to exploit for free wifi nearby, I purchase a Zephyr at the nearby Preservation coffee & tea cafe at the glowing recommendation of the previous customer. Considering that Modesto will be more or less home for the foreseeable future, this may become a regular stop for me. My compliments to the baristo, Doug.
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