A few weeks back, I traveled up to Central California. One of my oldest friends, Mr. Wilson, lives in SF and I was gonna be able to spare one day in the city. SF is a strange and exciting place and I love spending a few days running around. Mr. Wilson had different plans for us. Upon my arrival we climbed back into my car. We went on a one day, actually a few hours, road trip. We ran through fields, yelled at cows, walked the sand, stood next to dead people, had our hair blown by 40 mph winds and spent time with old friends. Here is a picture diary.