When Harris pulled in last night he parked a couple of spots down from a Roadtrek that he thought looked familiar. This morning he asked the owner if they had met last year. It turns out that they had; like last year, he was on his way back to the Seattle area while Harris was on the way to Spring Training. Talk about feeling at home…
The back way into Thousand Oaks
This morning the temp was 45 when Harris went for a walk. There was some frost in the shady areas, but he was warm and gloveless for a change. On his return to Howie, a couple (newly retired) started a conversation about how great retirement is. Harris went on to learn lots about Frito-Lay and its approach to business. In short , it likes to own everything from the factories to the trucks to its drivers. This ensures Frito-Lay/Pepsi Cola is in control over every facet of its business. After helping them jump start their tow vehicle it was almost 10AM before he hit the road. He thought he was getting a deal after finding diesel at $3.79 per gallon. The price of diesel in California has shot up 50 cents in two days because of oil uncertainty.
Harris's High School
Harris took a back way into Thousand Oaks that involved getting off I-5 after climbing the infamous grapevine (Turn off just before 6 Flags) and passing through some tree farms and fruit orchards. It was very scenic, but the clouds were coming in obscuring some of the far off mountains.
They've updated the Lancer mascot!
Entering Thousand Oaks where he had gone to elementary and high school around 4:30 he promptly got lost. Nothing seemed familiar. Tomtom to the rescue! He entered the high school and found his way there. Same old buildings and grounds, but a new mascot statue. He had no clue how to get to his old house so he asked the librarian (you can always count on the librarian) where Meadows Elementary school was. Turns out he couldn’t plug it into the GPS because the school was changed into an art magnet charter school called MATES.
After arriving there he remembered how he had to walk home for those disaster drills in the 60’s so he headed in search of his teenager home. Back then it was so easy; now there are many more homes, streets, and shopping centers he couldn’t find it. After calling his brother who wasn’t available, he flashed on the name of the street—Berkshire. After plugging that in, he found that the sub-division was hidden by a bunch of newer ones. He did find the house but the owner wasn’t home. He tried to speak to the neighbor across the street but she was convinced that Harris was probably casing the place to break into later.
Where Harris grew up
Harris is typing this in the Moorpark Denny’s parking lot where he’s camped for the night thanks to the night manager which gave his blessing. Tomorrow he is off to Mulhulland Drive for some geocaching.
Temp high today was 54 (Seattle was rain and snow mixed according to Judy)
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