Back at camp in the Big Sur Campground and Cabins, although in a new tent cabin just across the way from the old. We moved this morning because our old one was reserved for tonight -- still no sign of anyone in it, though. No matter, took only a few minutes to do, and it seems the new cabin's bed may even be a bit softer. Katrina's off in the shower again, I opted to wait 'till morning. When she gets back, we'll most likely discuss destinations for tomorrow, but perhaps our real destination will only be determined (or discovered) once we're already on the road. It's Wednesday now, and I have vacation cleared through all the way to Friday, so there's still no time pressure. The only pressures that are starting to build are the need for clean laundry -- not too big of a deal so long as we keep "roughing it" -- and the need to relieve Sarain and Jesse of their Pfeiffer-sitting duty. We definitely owe them for their help, and I'm really hoping to find a nice souvanier from this Julia Pfeiffer Burns area. It should be something regional, something that they'd both like, something useful or practical, and something not too cheap. I figure at a minimum we should give them $50 worth of stuff, and I wouldn't particularly blink at $100 if the stuff wasn't way overpriced. And it shouldn't be the sort of thing where, upon recieving it, you think, "Oh Cute! How cool. Now what?" I hate cute little things which, regardless of how cute they are, are really just clutter-junk. I hate receiving it, and I really hate foisting it off on others. T-Shirts, pullovers, and sweaters come to mind as good gifts, but the heavier stuff is unseasonal and Katrina pointed out that regular T-shirts aren't exactly a staple of most girl's wardrobes. S'pose there's always gift certificates, wines, chocolates, yummy gift baskets, and tickets to events -- we'll have to do something, a simple thanks and a promise to do the same in return just isn't enough.