More of the West

There is a man and his dog swimming up river. Seriously, I'm watching this happen right now. They have apparently come from a long distance away, because the man is encouraging the dog in a very large voice that it's only a little bit further. I hope they have not come from Jenner, because that is ten miles away, although I would not be surprised. The people in Jenner are very strange. There is an old sea salt named John who feels the need to tell passers-by about the broken down nature of his beloved van, and the hill he must climb to get there. There is a painter who does not paint, but rather stands on street corners and yells at passing dogs. I like Jenner-by-the-sea. For it is in fact by the sea, and there is a lovely fogginess about the place and it smells like sage - mmmmmm sage.
Grownups ride in powerwheels here, and there is a vampire. Seriously, there is a fat woman who wears all black and scowls at the noonday sun. I think the house next door is a gay brothel. Very effeminate young men driving Jettas come for a day or two and steal away into the night. This has happened twice. I feel like I'm caught in a Tim Burton movie.