We spent Friday evening with my friend, Cathy. We have been friends since she saved my butt in 1971. She did not even know who I was, but she went out of her way to keep me from killing myself. There is no one that has known me longer and we have the history to prove it.

My photo of the day for day 317 is of Tanya, Cathy and myself at a beach north of Eureka, probably by Humboldt.