SLO.

Saturday Morning Nate and I played follow the leader up to San Luis Obispo, where we spent 24 hours kidless. Me following Nate's truck out of LA.

I took advantage of the quiet by blasting some music and singing at the top of my lungs.  Me 
enjoying the quiet.

Enjoying the BEAUTIFUL drive up the 101.

Potty Break. 

More Beauty.  Pismo Beach.

Sitting under a very OLD and very HEAVY bell at the old SLO mission.

Not going for cheesy, just documentation.  It covers both. I told Nate he could go see something else while I watched this one, but he let me know it wasn't what he was watching but who he was with that made the moment. Yes, we did eat brilliant italian food after this and had a great conversation with a couple from Seattle.

Playing at the local theater.  For you Anne.

Me on my way home without Nate. Sad.   Not enough time away.  Nate had to stay the week for work.  Hence the 2 cars. 

Stuck in Sunday traffic.  Had to pee.  

Evidence of the mass amounts of chocolate(bacon chocolate) I consumed while driving home.  I have since found melted chunks hidden in the car.