Depressed from my breakup,with her voice echoing in my head,"your never going to leave Boston." I figured the best solution was to get out of town and head west. I packed up an old SAAB and off I went toward Marin county, California. I rolled into San Francisco in early December and dug up an old friend from Boston who like the rest of us from southie had all my bad habits and then some. Pete was going to USF and had a nice place in a converted building in Mission Hill totally re-done by two ga.y guys that owned the building it wasn't fancy but was clean and convenient and he had an extra room.My old SAAB gasped it's last breath as I entered San Francisco so I went out bought a 1967 Alfa Romeo spider veloce convertible a light yellow color with intentions of touring California. I worked my way all through Marin Country, up the coast highways to the Russian River and Mendocino County and then down Rte1 to Monterey and Big Sur and on to LA through Laguna Beach and finally turned around in La Jolla. I met a shiitload of people,looked up friends of friends and took up with a young lady or ten whenever I found one willing.
I had been on the coast for about a month working on putting together a west coast crew we had plans to branch out but although I found a few guys, things were different in the west and you could say the laid back attitude got in the way.
I did buy a cabin on the Russian River while I was there it sat on a ridge high up in the redwoods with a french glass picture windows wrapped all the way around a living room with hardwood floors and a fireplace. The front door opened onto a huge deck that covered the whole front of the house and overlooked the river as it fed into the pacific. A funky little two bedroom with a tiny long kitchen the back of house laid right up against the hillside above,below an all around where 100 foot redwoods and all mine for about 17 k, a northern California hideout.