California Dreamin’
Sunday, April 27th, 2008
It seems like Iv been riding the greyhound for an eternity but the hell is over. Its an experience that makes one appreciate the finer things in life like not being vomitted on by a meth addict or being seizured upon by a dude in a bus terminal at 2 am in utah. (ya) A cross country trip on a greyhound is a lesson in patience, faith, and self numbing. All extremely necessary to retain peace of mind next to a man on his way home from maximum security prison who REALLY likes to talk about hookers. His box said “Rel. Date 4/17/08″ so Im guessing he hasnt QUITE adjusted yet. Travel conditions aside the northern Californian Redwoods are spectacular. You go into another world when you walk among trees that have seen more then you can imagine…its humbling. The festival held every year in Arcada on April 20th is something that cannot be fully described with words. The people are so warm and everyone is just having a good time. Jump in on a drum circle and get a free lesson. Listen to crusty old “farmers” tell stories of the glory days or just soak up the sun and (cough) fresh air. Its a picnic not to be forgotten. A few of my dear friends were able to come down as well to meet up and share a campfire for a night on “Big Lagoon”. We spotlighted an older gentlemen getting a BJ on our campsite with the headlamps as we pulled up but soon enough we were fully set up for fun and still laughing . Steaks, smores, and Mr. Beam kept the chill away. Ahhh I love camping. And I love Humboldt. I hope it retains its small town warmth and character for years to come.












