Ventura Highway

Saturday morning slow driving up Pacific Coast Highway from Malibu to Ventura. Burnt out on Westward Beach.  Next week I’m investigating El Pescador Beach for the first time. Ten years ago, LA Beaches and Harbor Employee Ernie G told me about El Pescador.  It’s a really small beach that you have to hike down to from the parking lot. The website reviews say it is a good beach for solitude in Winter.  I’m into Winter beach solitude, that’s why I drove to downtown Ventura and checked into the Motel 6.  There are just enough people out and about to make the Pier interesting.  

ventura pier

Malibu Blogger

Yesterday Greg said his new girlfriend Alisa was a Blogger. We met an interesting character who says people call him “The Whole Package”, and he claims to be a blogger also. That just inspires me to write this third blog of the day. A blogger follows the maxim: BEBO. Blog Early, Blog Often.

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Morning Moon

Fell asleep with this uncompleted blog laying out in the Ventura motel night.  Reflecting on Greg’s RV accident on the 101 that he just told me about.  My Ventura Highway drives are emotional as I drive past the Channel Islands and memories of my parents boat with one blown engine permanently ensconced in a slip at the Live Aboard Marina in Oxnard, CA. 

Now I will be Sunday driving back to the City of Angels looking for fertile fields of Kundalini tantrika fire.  Morning tantrika meditation of my new energy awareness.  My body looks super masculine now that my pubic and thigh hair is growing back in. I look more like a tantrika with my body shaved. Maybe I will just hang out in Ventura and drive back to LA in 4:00 a.m. solitude bliss. That’s why I have this blog, to figure it all out in writing, right here right now. Blog early, blog often.