I’m taking a bit of a 10-day birthday trip with my wife to the Fornicalia coast.  Overall, given, yes, I hate the politics and most of the people in this state.

What I don’t hate is the natural beauty of this state, from its mountains where I live, to its incredible coastline with its crashing Pacific Ocean.

If I could only get rid of the bulk of its inhabitants, the state would be truly wonderful.

I’m not, after 35+ years in law enforcement, what you might label a “people person.”  Most people, with a rare few exceptions, can go straight to Hell.  I’m not being too terribly harsh or judgmental, am I?

With that in mind, here is where we are now:

We are on the northern Fornicalia coast, this time in a rented house.  It’s a bit of that pesky “I can’t stand people” thing again.  I decided that I’m not much pleased with hotels, particularly when, last time, I paid for an upper level veranda view in a no-smoking hotel, and I smelled the assholes below and to the side smoking cigarettes and dope.

In that northern Fornicalia hotel, we enjoy leaving the sliding glass door open so we can hear the crashing waves and the foghorn at night.  We like the room cool in terms of temperature.  It makes sleeping so much better and comfortable.

We had to shut the patio door to seal off the dope and cigarettes.

To me, that’s your basic vacational buzz-kill.

I decided that I was through paying rather expensive rates to various hotels that hosted gangbangers from around the state with money, dopers, loud and obnoxious people, people with crying infants and the like.  I’m pretty much done with the human race.  When I escape, I’ve determined I want to truly escape.  I don’t want to see another tattoo, hear another thump car, hear another squalling baby, or listen to rap or salsa or anything other than the bass-driven whump of an adjacent cascading set of waves.

Here is our view from the lower veranda:

Here is the lower veranda:

On Sunday night, as I write this, the fog seeps in on little cat feet.  The temperature drops from 65 to 50.  And the waves can still be heard in the distance.  Town is less than a quarter of a mile away but it may as well be 30 miles away.

Hallelujah.  Perhaps we have found a nice vacation spot.  I’ll let you know.

And, of course, the blog will be updated as per normal with politics and other extraneous terribly-judgmental impertinence.

BZ

P.S.
Did I mention the upstairs jacuzzi tub with its view of the Mendocino Headlands?