I don’t drive across this continent without a plan. It may be hastily contrived and it may be incomplete. It may be only a sketch when I walk out the door but it’s going to mature quickly and it’s going to result in a great time if history is any indication. This is the story of such a trip.
It starts with a primary destination. In this case it is Catalina Island off the coast of Los Angeles where I would attend the four dayJazzTrax Festival. In honor of Ken Burns’ series, my goal going to and from the west coast is to visit National Parks and Monuments. Since it is still early fall and the weather hadn’t turned cold, I’ll take a more northerly path than usual. At the heart of it, this is my plan. Pretty loose, eh?
Well, as you’ll see, the details will flesh-out as I go “Westward, ho!”
(Actually I named this trip after a camp I attended in 3rd and 4th grades.)
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