I took Tom out today to see some sunshine. He’s been cooped up since Wednesday’s surgery and needed a change of scenery. We went to Kermit Lynch Wine Merchants on San Pablo and picked up their 6 bottle sampler plus some Muscat and wine from the Langedoc region where I’ve gone on painting workshops. We got a snack at the Fanny café, then stopped by Urban Ore to poke around. The bridge traffic was horrible so we decided to check out hotels around where the end of my first day’s walk will be, in San Mateo. I found a nice HoJo to stay in with a pool and it’s right across the street from it we treated ourselves to some pie at Heidi’s Pies. We drove home down the El Camino, just to check out where I’ll be walking. This walk seems like such a crazy idea to me most of the time. I need some visuals to keep me on target. I saw so many things to take photos of. I think this is going to be a heavy photo walk more than anything else. I’m contemplating taking my big camera. I thought I would just take Tom’s because it’s so much smaller, but i don’t know… I love my camera so much. I’ll try packing the bag this week and see how much of a burden it will be to take the biggy. Maybe I’ll call it the Biggy Dee 5-oh. The emotions I feel about this walk change daily. They’ve mellowed over time. Now I just feel distant and emotionless about it. I really wonder what it’s going to be like. Seems like such a strange little trip. Little BIG trip. Big and small at the same time. I’ve been reading about artists who walk as their artform. 75 miles is nothing, it’s a small gesture. I like thinking about it like that. It’s like dipping my feet in the waters to see how I like it. It’s a scientific experiment I’m imposing on myself. I wonder what will happen. I wonder if nothing will happen. I wonder if I’ll make it all the way there. I wonder how much it’s going to hurt.