Liz, Matt, Wendy, and I visited the goat farm in Pescadero. I got some bomb ass eggs and a couple of tasty goat milk cheese treats. MMMmmm goodness. I will show you how bomb those eggs were in a couple of posts.
Basically absent-minded professor meets disillusioned traveler. I walk around each day with my head well into the white clouds of pointlessness, where mists of innocent answers lead to a downpour of angry grey questionable quests. This along with a demand that the people of this world stop taking themselves seriously, you'll rarely see me without a grin from ear to ear.