followed by a nostalogic stop here for a coke:
(remembering that when you were young you used to come here to get 5 cent jolly ranchers and that the last time you were here was when you were dating J****** and you stopped here for drinks one Sunday afternoon before heading up the canyon for a picnic)
then proceeded to drive up:
this time not listening to Dave Matthew's Crash cd (because it wasn't a solo drive of angst, it was a drive of conversation and relaxation) instead listening to:
reaching the final destination of:
tastes better in the mountain air.
Oh well.......