Entering California felt like arriving. Like I could almost see the finish line of Leg 1. Not that I wanted it to end, but it was a nice sense of accomplishment. I had driven to California. Not in the most direct way, but it was an accomplishment I was proud of.
My event is Santa Rosa was lovely. I was staying with childhood friends and the event consisted of a bunch of their friends. We had a great time at My Friend Joe cafe.
One more post to go about Leg 1: Berkeley!