One Way To Bolinas

April, 1972

The first Hitchhiker at the bend of the road out of Mill Valley, heading up the coast toward Stinson Beach and Bolinas, had a face like an abandoned coal-mine disaster site--collapsed shafts of blackened meat, eyes smokily polluted by internal fumes, crevices and sun-bared teeth. Frank shivered at that scene of death.The second hitchhiker, 50 yards farther on, near the Yogurt Shack, looked to be about 17; she had long straight hair, a blouse that pulled out of her jeans when she raised her thumb...