Toasted Sqmores

Now this is the life. Catching some squid and toasting them over a beach fire pit. Then squashing them between chocolate and graham crackers. Nothing like a sqmore.

Ocean Side

I love the ocean. Here I am relaxing down at the bay. A word of caution for you, sometimes while you are sleeping on the beach, some jerk will almost run you over with his truck.

Chinatown

Brandon was right. There is some mighty fine squid in Chinatown, and I should have known that love of squid would bring us back together, because who do I see eating calamari at the booth across from me? Keani. This is Toyota and Tomata, they own the place and kill the squid by hand every day, just like mom used to do. Keani and I are going to stay for a while the sea food here is pretty darn good and having good food to eat seems to help us get along.

SanFrancisco

I met this guy named Brandon in Fresno. He recommended Chinatown in San Francisco for some of the best squid in the world... so here we are. This is a picture of me coming across the Golden Gate Bridge. I'm a little upset because my feathers were all screwed up the first two times we crossed the bridge, but third time is a charm. They don't call me McLovin for nothing, Ka-chow!

Fresno

Did you know that fresno California is the 6th largest city in the State of California. Centrally located, Fresno is the financial, industrial, trade, and commercial capital in the Central San Joaquin Valley. This dynamic city is the hub of a region rich in heritage, resources, and people. The home for a diverse mixture of industries, businesses, agencies and institutions, Fresno offers an ideal location and the tools you need to build a successful business....

Like Cup-O-Squid.

Heading North

I'm feeling much better after spending too much time in the hot desert. The pool was OK, but I really need some cooler temperatures. I rented a car and I'm heading out on Interstate 5.

More to come soon.

Me, Myself and I

So me says to I "You're going in circles. Turn around." Then I says to me "You want to be the leader do ya?!" Myself is all like "Cool it mate, why don't we stop at that fine motel and ask for directions?" Then we all thought that was a good idea. Turns out we are in Lone Pine California. All of us head to the Trails Motel.

633 S Main StLone Pine, CA 93545
(760) 876-5555‎trailsmotel.com

The prices in Lone Pine are held high by the few chain motels. Motels such as this that should be charging under $50 but get away with higher prices. The bedroom seemed generally clean. The bathroom contained two dead cockroaches behind the door. The colour of the tissue having wiped the area where they were found suggested a less than thorough clean. They seem reluctant to provide towels for the pool. Our first request was ignored and our second request was greeted by 'use the one from your room'. Eventually we obtained extra towels. Just as well as the poolside furniture was covered in dust/grime and the pool had an obvious film on it. Breakfast consists of Sunny D and pastry - no coffee was provided in the room and that's your lot.

Day 205

I am following the trail of about 8 penguins. They all wear a size 1 shoe which I find weird. Everyday another penguin joins the group. There is also some sort of bird that I can only see out of the corner of my eye, which is annoying, but the really strange part about this desert is I get a pretty good wireless signal no matter where I am.