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Hanging out in Davis (California, not Square) – Part 1

Friday, 12-June-2015

I’d been noticing the fields as I drove out of Yosemite Valley and into the plains of California. The Midwest had been green; way greener than I’d expected. Dave and Jig’s hard reminded me that it was the end of the growing season, so that everything was in bloom.

California was not in bloom. The fields to either side of me were straw colored – not amber waves of grain, but the tan of dried grass being used as tinder to start a fire.

Wow. Why am I being so poetic? Meh. Sorry, but I’m not actually sorry.

I could tell that I was driving into Davis when the fields turned back to green; I saw irrigation systems working, and the air got a little more pleasant – not cool, but a little bit more tolerable than the scorching heat.

I got to Mike’s house maybe 10min earlier than he did, so I just relaxed creepily outside his house – I assumed that no one was home, so I didn’t bother knocking or anything. I was wrong, but his roommates were cool and just made a little fun of me when Mike arrived and let me in.

Then we were back on the road, heading into Davis itself to grab dinner – Mike, his girlfriend Liz, and myself.

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