Rain and cool temps means spending more time in Picasso. Two of us and all of our gear (some of you know we don’t travel light) make for crowded living quarters. Jean’s current mantra is “a place for everything and everything in its place.” Unfortunately, sometimes the person who is using something doesn’t remember where it came from, can’t fit it back into the hole, or thinks they have found a better place. That means lots of searching. I’ve emptied the kitchen cupboard of dishes, pots, and pans twice looking for something. This morning it was the tea kettle, which was way in the back.

The other thing about Picasso is that it has 5’10” of head room. I am 6′ tall. The shower door is about 5′ high. The shelf over my part of the bed is 3′ above my head. As you might imagine my bald pate gets a bruising. Then there are the counters, shelves, table, etc. that were designed as tightly as possible so as to maximize storage. That minimizes moving space. In addition to being 6 feet I am not in danger of being nicknamed Slim. My elbows, hips, knees, shins, and ankles are black and blue from introductions to these various pieces of our interior design.

It’s all for a good cause. Today start gray and foggy in CA. Where was the vaunted California sun? We didn’t find it until we crossed the coastal range into Salinas where we stopped for the night. Tomorrow, upon the advice of our friend Norman, we are going to explore Hway 1 down through Big Sur. Others have advised against going down there with a trailer, but what the hell…we’re on an adventure.