Yes, the rumors are true. I am moving into town in a month. ONE MONTH. I have waited SIX MONTHS for this. Capitola. Capitola Cove, actually. "The Commune" or even "Camp Hammer Retirement Community" it has been called.
Moving on, I am more than thrilled to discard my 50 minute drive into town and back home each day for a 2 minute bike ride or, even better, 5 minute walk to work each day. Shall we go even so far as to mention the 5 minute walk to the beach? Yes, we shall.
My favorite memory of this 50 minute drive home to camp is the first time I saw Billy and his wife. The moment I turned the corner by the monastery, ol'Billy jumped off his hind legs and tried to run up the steep, dusty hill. Sadly, he just couldn't climb like he used to, and he tumbled down back into the highway. This was the first time I saw them. The Billy goats. A white one with a beautiful beard (who I call Billy), and a black one. They just hobble along the highway all day long, jumping around gleefully as cars approach. These billy goats are the joy of my drive. If I am able to see these billy goats on my drive up, it was all worth it. I am going to miss them so much.
Hopefully, the billy goats will come out either today or tomorrow so I can show you a picture of them. They are adorable, and amazing. I'll keep you updated.
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They are beautiful creatures. I like when they scatter away from cars. Where are they from? What is a goat? Who is Billy? Questions are hard.
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