To conclude the CA trip, I feel like I should tie up some loose ends. Accompanying us along route 101 were large bells about every half a mile. Evidently, this was the path the missionaries took up to coast, and it seems that almost all the bells they planted are still alive and well along the side of the highway.


When we arrived in Santa Barbara, for old times sake, (we were visiting his college town) Andrew ate meat lasagna. Lucky for cows everywhere, he didn't enjoy it enough to go back to his evil omnivorous ways.


Finally, andrew's seven year old nephew kicked my ass at guitar hero.