Dateline: Hearst Castle, San Simeon, CA, May 21

Be careful of the lions: they spit.

Dateline: twisty Hwy 1, CA, May 21

Oh, where's a good club when you need one?

Dateline: San Francisco, CA, May 21

Pity poor Nancy - as I'm hauling butt across the Golden Gate bridge (rough tiny lanes, bumpitty bumpitty bumpitty) I keep hollering "get a picture! get a picture! get a picture!"

And she does. Several. All very, um, "impressionistic." Let's just call it "art" and move on.

Dateline: Hwy 116 between Santa Rosa and Duncan Mills, CA, May 21

So now it's 10pm. Pitch dark, no moon, and we're trying to find this tiny little town on a stretch of highway that's laid out like the map of someone's digestive tract, and Duncans Mills doesn't appear on any map. The only thing I know is that it's somewhere on Hwy 116.

Finally we find the campsite - closed. And we're greeted by the camp Attack Skunk. (Could be a stripey kitty.)

Security guard finally checks us in.

Dateline: Duncans Mills, CA, May 21

This is one group of treehuggers that prefer to keep to themselves.

Dateline: Duncans Mills, CA, May 22

Our campsite - lovely spot, really, shaded by a couple of bigass whaddayacallit trees. After setting up the tent using Chuck's headlights (Chuck the Van), we conked out, listening to the distant howls of the Attack Skunks.

Dateline: Duncans Mills, CA, May 21

Image our surprise when next morning we discovered someone had plopped a river on our doorstep.

Note to self: after triggering the camera's autotimer, RUN!!!

Dateline: Duncans Mills, CA, May 21

Geniune treehugger food.

Dateline: Duncans Mills, CA, May 21

Genuine organic treehugger apricot pastry - fresh apricots, hot from the oven. Nancy and I almost got into a knife fight over the crumbs.