Totally. LONE-ly morning on the windy coast. A kite in a tree.
But then, just before lunch in Pt Reyes, Walter eagles a great horned owl 40 ft up. The most insanest. Pretty sweet view through his pro rig. Redeemed, we bump Midnight Marauders all the way home. Oh yeah, we also stop for some fucking ICE CREAM at Ici in Berkeley...you know it?
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