Sorry to be a bit late in posting this, but in cataloging my week I wanted to include a photo or two from my final California event, and it ended close to midnight East Coast time. But there’s a bigger reason than the three-hour time difference. It appears I booked us into San Diego’s “cage fighting” hotel. Yes, mixed martial arts cage fighting. And tonight was an event, complete with cheek to jowl traffic.
I wish I could have taken photos of the crowd to show you, but I decided that might lead to a literal embodiment of the phrase, “fighting through a crowd.”
Anyway, we made it to our room and now I can show you how a book tour degenerates over nine days of north-to-south West Coast driving, interrupted at times by mudslides, meditation moments, and wild-eyed fan fests.
|Bye Bye Big Sur|
Though some might argue it’s more in keeping with how a degenerate goes on a nine-day book tour. I guess you’ll have to ask my inveterate photo-bomber for clarification.
Anyway, here are the photos. Words fail me.
|As mentioned last week, it all begins in Berkeley at Janet Rudolph's with Cara|
|The kickoff bookstore event in Corte Madera (San Francisco)|
|Mykonian friends reminding me why I love the island so.|
|San Francisco friends doing the same for the Bay Area|
|And of course family.|
|Reflections on the meaning of it all|
|Answered by meeting friends in Carmel.|
|And pondering the vast wilderness of Big Sur|
|Shared with the right one...at least in my case|
|Crossing California's Central Valley in the foot steps of a Giant...the one in the background.|
|To get to Pasadena and Vroman's|
|Yep, that's the famous Tiny|
|The after party|
|Laguna Beach holds surprises....and old friends|
|But there's still work to do|
|And Orange's Book Carnival|
|Plus moments of self-realization along the way|
|To San Diego's Mysterious Galaxy|
|The End...for now|