23-Aug-1999 -- Spencer, Deborah and I decided another
etribe strike could take place at 38N 123W, which turned out to be
at Point Reyes National Park. After a lot more experience with the
new GPS, actually finding the point was not our primary concern.
The chihuahua was.
I THINK I'M IN LOVE
Deborah figured that it would be fun to bring the kids along for 38N
123W but Spencer and I were hesitant due to terrain concerns. In our
post postmodern world, finding sitters is a challenge greater than
finding confluence points so when the day came we piled lil squirts
Kaya, 6 and Kenna, 4, in the love van and zoomed off. The Lindsay
household has a new pet named, Tallia, 2, whom I call the Love Dog cuz
it's got nuthin' but love for you baby. It's a tiny chihuahua that
constantly shakes like it's wired on a meth amphetamine and espresso
combo. You'd be far from surprised to walk into the Lindsay home and
find it jumping up and down on the trampoline--along with the rest of
I was wondering why 38N 123W had not been done, sitting as it does at
the tip of truly majestic Point Reyes. Well, for one, the drive out to
Point Reyes, especially from Santa Cruz, is one of epic proportions.
The road just goes and goes, up into the hills and down to the sea and
all the twists in it make you feel like you've just been through the
spin cycle. We got a beat on the terrain from a friendly ranger at a
really tricked out visitors center, which came complete with taxidermy
("Oooo, look at that stuffed vulture"), and churned on to our
destination. Passing an "Authorized Vehicles Only" sign with the love
van, we were able to scale a fairly steep incline and get within several
hundred feet of the confluence. We were on government land (aka ours)
and parked by a large compost-like heap. Adjacent to the mysterious
mound, alien vegetation emanated from rich looking soil. We had to
wonder if some secret government crop experiments were under way.
Marching on, Deborah grabbed Kenna, Kaya took Tallia the Love Dog, I
had the digital camera and Skinned Furby and Spencer lead the way,
holding the GPS above his head, the way one might hold a newly broken
finger, or a torch in a cave.
We made our way down a difficult but by no means impossible slope, which
opened to the Pacific Ocean on our left. It was grassy, Deb, our
mission herbologist, detected yarrow and we took samples. The grass was
shin high, so we had to carry the tiny but amped love dog at various
points. There were a few thorny plants to trounce or avoid. Kaya, our
mission 6 year old, was worried about cows, since there are many in the
surrounding region but was reassured by Spencer, mission papa, that
there were no cows in our approximate area. Before we knew it, and as
the new evening fog began to roll in, we had pinpointed the confluence
at 38N 123W and we felt pretty good about it too.