Waiting for the parade to start.
Rick explores the limits of Time and Space.
I’m in Sonoma for the Fourth of July, and that means a parade. And what says “Fourth of July” more than a giant fire-breathing iron horse vehicle?
Except maybe someone dressed like a tube of toothpaste.
There were some other things too, but I didn’t get photos of them.
Somewhere north of Eureka.
San Roque Creek, Santa Barbara, CA