Going that Extra Mile

Documenting the events on a particular day is strange because it forces the documenter to view the day through a filter of hindsight even though the events have yet to occur. Don't fret over wether or not any of this makes a lick of sense, because chances are nothing that happened on this particular day made a lick of sense either.

After an arduous day of skating svp 2 Jesse and I embarked on a quest for refreshment. We desperately craved adult sodas but the only form of currency we had came in the form of Jesse's Chevron card. Hindsight could never have prepared me for the day that lay ahead of me.


Jesse Powered up for the adventure with some pineapple soda. Only Chevrons with an Extra Mile market attached to them sell booze, so that is where we were headed.


Unfortunately neither one of us knew where an Extra Mile was located. After a few miles on 101 South the farm houses began multiplying...


...as did the fruit stands.


Well, looks like we're headed for Gilroy.


The temperature increaseed and Jesse and I began to regret the journey we had embarked on.


The next thing Jesse and I knew we were passing through Watsonville and on our way to Santa Cruz. It was at this time the weather some how turned a complete 180.


Jesse then remembered where an Extra Mile was in Santa Cruz.


You took the words right our of my mouth.


Corn dog high fives.


The fruits of our labor.