Breakfast was apparently from somewhere forgettable as there are no photos of the place or an inspired dish one of us had, but who cares as we head down the road from our motel for a brief visit to the ocean.

With the eyes feasting on these sights, who needs food? Right, John, anyone who knows you is aware that the culinary delights are equally important to your sense of creating a perfect trip, so don’t even try intimating you know how to satisfy yourself with beauty alone.

Smelling the sea air, listening to the crashing waves, and feeling the marine weather before returning to the desert is an elixir that makes the sterile environment of Phoenix, Arizona, tolerable. One of the major benefits of living as far away from the coast as we do is that it’s impossible to take what California offers for granted, as so many Californians do. Of course, they deal day in and day out with traffic that would make anyone resent moving across the L.A. basin.

We visitors, on the other hand, can afford to marvel at the simple pleasures like witnessing a bunch of fishing poles cast off the pier, awaiting a fish to take the bait.

It must be Sunday because we are at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market; if it were Saturday, we’d be at the Arizona Avenue Market in Santa Monica, although Tonopah Rob’s Vegetable Farm has certainly diminished our need to drive all the way to California to get great veggies.

Not buying any music today, but parking in the area when the market is going on isn’t easy so we had to park a couple of blocks away. From here we have to point the car east and just keep on going for nearly 400 miles until we reach home again.