Wheeler Gorge Campground, near Ojai, California
Will probably sit in camp again if I have no mail. That's all that's keeping me here. I want to start heading back home.
Made French Toast for breakfast. My, is that good with butter and jelly.
They have a new type of biting fly here. They're murdering me. Most of the flies just buzz around. There's millions of them.
Wrote a letter to Mary yesterday. Didn't have anything to say. Never do when I'm waiting for the mail.
Well Mom's letter came. It's interesting. Even though it had no “good“ news it was uplifting to my spirit and morale. Now all I need is Mary's letter and I'll be able to leave here.
Went into the water today. Dug a big swimming hole and just laid in it. Water is surprisingly warm.
Was complimented on my guitar playing by a girl. Was very pleased. Wasn't playing Special Angel well at all. Couldn't play right for several minutes after that because of the compliment.
I watched her later as she went swimming also. I'm in a lecherous mood again. I seem to get like that about once each month. If I don't get a girl I just get worse and worse. Before I left I had Emily and Mary and the girls at work. On the road by some good fortune, I got Christy. Now it's almost another month and I'm lecherous again. Maybe something will come up in Las Vegas. I hope so.