We carried the generator into the boulder pile. As the sunlight faded, the lights flickered on, and the boulders turned green, blue, and violet. All twenty or so of us climbed into the rocks and made ourselves comfortable. Then came the music.
Mikayla said that every Splendor female had at some point borne the proud, difficult, necessary duty of being the only female on the bus. And, she said, she’d see me in Los Angeles, and godspeed. Seven days later, here we were.
The morning of Day 2, on a hot tip from the UCSC trailer park residents, we swung by Natural Bridges in Santa Cruz, a "winter safe haven" for monarch butterflies.
