It may surprise none of you to know that this is not the first trek I’ve made with a fuzzy friend.
Five years ago, I drove from Dallas to LA to take an entry level job at Topspin. It paid less and was in a much more expensive city, but it was a chance to learn from my idol (@iancr) and break into the real tech scene (I had been working for a joke of a startup in Dallas). I packed my whole life into my Volvo and headed west, having only been to California to accept the job and put down a deposit on the first apartment I saw.
Reggie, my beloved Cone Snake, who had been with me since senior year of college, rode shotgun the whole way.
As we neared LA, I saw signs for Joshua Tree National Park — I had never heard of it, but decided it was a worthwhile stop before diving into big city life head first. Reggie and I climbed the biggest mountain (ok, pile of rocks) we could find — a more difficult endeavor than with Giraffee, as Reggie is a few feet tall. I went in thinking I would leave him there, in a more natural habitat, but decided you don’t leave a homie behind like that, especially after such a journey.
Reggie wound up loving LA so much he stayed. I think he may have fallen for a white tiger, but he wasn’t very open about his love life with me.
Today, Giraffee and I returned to Joshua Tree, and again climbed up a random hill. We found remnants of an old mine, and enjoyed some beautiful views.
Tomorrow we head back to city life. First to the northern side of San Diego, then a quick-ish stop in LA before returning to SF. I doubt we’ll get to see Reggie, but I have no doubts the two would be friends.