I worked my way down, eventually hopping onto US 1 and traveling along the beach. Tom Petty was on the radio, and all I could see was ocean and mountains.
My first stop was along the highway where I saw some surfers out looking for waves. I parked and hopped onto the beach and just laid there for a few minutes, but I found myself close to falling asleep, so I decided to get back in the car and continue on.
I made my way further down, driving slow at parts and pulling off here and there. At one point near the top of hill in Malibu I pulled off the side to admire the view and check Yelp to decide where to have lunch. It was around the time that I was about to pull out that an old white van pulled in front of me, which I found odd. It looked like he was trying to turn around, so I waved him on. It was some dude, maybe in his early forties, with a pull-down hat on. He looked at me, pulled out his camera, snapped a picture, and drove away. It was the strangest thing - and the next few miles had my mind wondering what had just happened. But I quickly forgot about it, and made my way down into Malibu.
I drove down to the park at the tip of Malibu and looked at the ocean for bit, then headed back to the PCH. I was meeting my friend Lindsey at 5:30 in Hollywood and I wanted to give time for traffic. I took the PCH down to Santa Monica and hopped on the 10, which I took to the 110, to the 101. I felt like I was on a Binary excursion. Base 2 all the way from Santa Barbara to Hollywood.
I pulled into Hollywood around 5:15, and made my way to her place. After circling for a parking spot for a few minutes she texted me to park in the driveway. That was way easier.
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