Our first morning arising on the road after spending the
nite in Los Angeles at a lovely home provided for us by two film-maker
activists who wish to remain unanimous! Jasi & I have a little one room
cottage with a bathroom all to ourselves. Everyone else shares living room
futon and floor space.
We arise, stumble around gathering sleeping bags,
toiletries, and back packs. The wonderful caravaner Ann has left to return to
the Bay Area, leaving us with the truck as our only mode of transportation
until we pick up the van.
Our hosts make us yummy green smoothies as we hold our first
debriefing and planning meeting over midnite black donated Peets coffee and slightly toasted Noah's
bagels plus abundant fresh fruit. We talk about what worked last nite at Black
Lives Matter and what didn't. We discuss improvements for our presentation,
honing our talking points, and logistics for picking up our 8 seater van.
Finally packed up and ready to go, four caravaner womyn head
to public transport themselves on the train to Irvine, while two of us - and Mujasi - jump
into the front of the truck (one - our relief driver - slithers into
the back to sleep) and navigate thru Los Angeles traffic toward our Lake Forest rendezvous
with not a van but an expedition (as the husband of the owner insists we call
We get to Lake Forest a couple hours later than planned -
not due to the infamous L.A. traffic but do to the time we need to gather all
our things and head out. Picking up the van is easy, hooking up with the rest
of our crew so simple - the train station is literally 2 miles away.
Our caravan complete - except without Zakyia and Toni and
their special RV, tearz - late in the afternoon, we head to Palm Springs.