The end of the pandemic finally feels increasingly real. As this spring has opened up, so has the willingness of masses of people to set aside their masks and have almost pre-covid levels of trust and mistrust in being around other people. Weekly mass shootings have resurfaced as the most random, onerous, and horrifying public health crisis that we face. Nobody sane can find a way to ignore it, but I can feel myself normalizing it. How utterly dystopian. 

With the arrival of spring after an extraordinarily wet and snowy winter, I felt angels tugging on my shirt tails, telling me to get out there and see the superbloom while it was there to see. I had heard that there were so many poppies that they could be seen from outer space. In some mysterious and instinctive way, a plan took shape slowly. 

Gloria’s retirement party in San Carlos

Late Easter dinner with my Michael, Joe, and Sue in Salinas

Two nights camping at San Simeon

One night somewhere between there and LA

Visit with Lee’s brother Barry in Silver Lake (LA) and a visit to my aging mother-in-law, Robbie.

Two nights in Joshua Tree at Jumbo Rocks campground

Two nights at El Morocco spa in Desert Hot Springs

Make my way via the Poppy Preserve back to the Bay

Stay tuned for more detail