19 May Granite Mountains to Barstow and back, Sun Bernardino co., CA. Bruce and I went to Barstow for excitement. I wonder what's becoming of my social life when I think Barstow could be exciting. We did the usual routine: buy camera film at the mall, tacky postcards at the Barstow station, do laundry, eat pizza (for lunch this time) while we write the tacky postcards to send them to friends back at Santa Cruz, and buy groceries. Not as much excitement as I had hoped, but I knew that would be the case. At least I still have hope and that is somewhat comforting. Anyway, we made it back to the Granites by sunset and relaxed and read all the newspapers during the night.