This is the real reason I came here. The ocean was so blue. The cafe where I ate breakfast in Big Sur was quiet for the hour I waited for them to open. They open for breakfast at 8! Banker's hours I guess. Gas was only $3.79 or something there. I filled the tank and ignored the price.
I had this little red light lit up on the dash... I left for home, deciding I'd rather be closer than farther if the adventure were going to become weird...
No big deal. The engine check light is all. I'll get it checked this week when there's time.
I was not lookiing forward to the crowd on Sunday anyway, so being home and sharing the viewing with Paul and Jacki was better than roasting in the sun waiting in line to get to a reserved parking spot.