Driving for long stretches of time is routine to me at this point. Once I drove from Alabama to Los Angeles–only stopping to sleep. I'm pretty sure part of me died on that trip-but another part was also born, the part that loves long road trips.
Driving from Los Angeles to San Francisco is only six hours. It's not as if driving goes by faster for me after doing the extreme 3 day drive, but I've become more accepting of "this is what I am doing for the next 6 hours" Although good music, funny podcasts and sad audiobooks make for pretty good time passers. Chocolate and coconut covered almonds are pretty helpful too.
I arrived in San Francisco around 3pm, just enough time to do two small paintings before meeting with my friend at 6pm.
I wanted the two paintings to be a kind of warm up, they are definitely not my best paintings and they were done very quickly, but they were warm ups for the days of serious painting to come ahead.
Its day two now, and I am sitting on my friends couch cuddling with his doggy at 8am as I type this on my phone. Next stop is Eureka City.