To SF. Picked up old uniforms and then south to Sierra Madre via the west side of the San Joaquin Valley. Beautiful day – still a few fields of wildflowers out in Kern County. Passed through three different flocks of sheep on the road. The inshore ones look like the kind children’s books depict, but the recently shorn ones look like old reprobates hauled out naked for all the world to see their iniquity.
Pick up the inevitable nail in John’s good tires – damn! Saw Dad and finally turned in at Norm Chandlers’.