Going to La Jolla with Jules
I woke up this morning and saw my friend Michael Crockett's wonderful beautiful painting and had to steal it! Like minds think alike...right out of my Jules book...now I'm an art thief....
From the chapter THE ORCHID AND THE CANYON - Jules, the Truth Finder
I’d never been to La Jolla. Looking down from the cliffs, what first met my eyes was a wild and exquisite shoreline. “There’s your California beach just like I promised,” Sam said.
I couldn’t answer. The water was an incredible color. Blue wasn’t big enough to describe the essence of it. “What do you think?”
“Oh, my God. Now I know what you were talking about.” My eyes and senses were overwhelmed. It was perfect.
“All right, now. Come on. There’s more.” He pulled back onto the freeway. I didn’t want to leave that beach. In a very strange way, I felt as if I’d come home. Like all this had been waiting just for Sam and me. Like I said, it was strange. But, this whole thing was strange, strange in a very good way.
Sam knew every trick and turn of the road like he knew the curves of a woman's body. I was lost before we’d driven five miles. It was unusual to be on a beach with cliffs one moment and the next, surrounded by hills and forests. It really was the best of all worlds. No wonder everybody moved to California.