The Journey IS the Destination #7: Post-Apocolyptic Australian Wasteland/Pismo Beach

Sunday, June 22. Ahhh...Pismo Beach - without the hockey mask and leather body wear. "The Road Warrior" was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw the scene below.

Way off in the distance you can make out a line of vehicles traveling up and down the coast. Dune buggies flying all over the place, a traffic jam sans pavement, broken axles, the smell of gasoline, campers and sand everywhere – meaning in the streets. on sidewalks and blocking the doors to storefronts. Mayhem. I couldn't get out of there faster.

Campers. Picnic'ers. Maybe a carny or two. Troublemakers if you ask me.

There's the broken axle dude. Some vehicles are really unsuited for four-wheeling on the beach. Not really sure I'd want to be a part of this scene - something inside told me that the shit could get outta hand here really quick. My best friend, Tom, has camped here several times when he was living in Long Beach. I certainly trust his judgement and I have no problem with camping on the beach – roaring fire, Beach Boys’ tunes cranking, a little drinkie, chicks – only with the "getting there" part. Jas felt the same way.