We were woken up by the kids again this morning. Robin made up tea, coffee and bagels while we entertained the little ones, then we talked at the kitchen table about when he was a male stripper back during the 70s. Apparently his normal job didn't pay enough to allow him much spending cash, and he loved to dance, so he stripped for about a month before quitting because of all the scratches and bruises the crazy women would give him. What a crazy, unique character that guy was. Afterwards we packed up the Alero, said our goodbyes, then started on our way to Sacramento. We'd only gone about 2 miles when Charlie announced "I've got shit on me." Apparently one of the little ones had stepped in dog shit, and when he picked them up to give 'em a hug they wiped it on his shorts. We made a quick pit stop for him to change, then sped off to meet up with Amber in Sacramento before she had to go to work. Amber used to live up in Stevens Point, but moved out here a few years back, so it was great to see her and catch up (and had some amazing Japanese cuisine to boot). She had to get to work, so we set the GPS for Riverside (near LA) and started heading down there. Most of the trip was arid, dry country, with some vineyards and orange groves to break it up. Once we got into some of the hills and mountains it got much nicer. We met up with Charlie's friend from Marine Officer Candidate School who let us stay at the apartment of him and his fiance. Steve and Brittney were great, and we spent the night out on their porch drinking beer while listening to Steve and Charlie talk about OCS stuff. We finally went to bed around 4:00 AM.