We ate our Creole breakfasts of blackened sausage and buscuits and gravy and set off for Pismo for a surf. Goats walk around the north side of the pier while locals converse on a Monday morning.
Following the lackluster, windy, surf, came cinnamon rolls and pool at the local pool hall.
After a few games, Bradley and I made our way South to SB, then Ventura for a few stops to see friends and eat before making the drive back down to home.
MAY 17 2026