- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- ChapterĀ 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
When I was growing up in Tulare County, I thought the only real beach, the beachest of all beaches, was Newport in Orange County. In fourth grade, we took a field trip to Mission San Miguel and then went to Pismo Beach. It was flat, had giant clam shells, the sand was fine and sort of muddy, and there were no noticeable waves. I was also stunned, just stunned I tell you, to learn there is another Morro Rock! Of course it is spelled incorrectly – the Moro Rock I first knew (and climbed at age 3 I’m told) has only 1 R in its Moro. And isn’t it odd they are both in California, within driving distance of one another? Most convenient for this California artist!
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Thank you, Diana! I’m a mixture of nerves and excitement. . . silly, considering I will probably be surrounded by friends!
I love this charming drawing, Jana.
Wishing you a wonderful show opening tonight!
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