Hey-hose. From LA to Portland. Bam! pretty drive. we rolled into LA qround 8:30 pm about 2 hours late (unfortunately a gas truck wrecked/exploded on an off ramp on the way from phoenix to LA. needless to say trafiic was held up). and despite our list of confirmation numbers, there was no room at the Hollywood Super 8 for this party. so we tried the hollywood Downtowner Inn where a nice man with the turtleneck gave us a room. Only catch was, when we unlocked the door there was already somebody in the room. Yikes - Hollywoof. Our second room was empty - off to a good start - and with a good view of the room across the way where we could wave to our motel mates who were eating popsicles and smoking on their bed. We dropped our stuff off and headed to the club. We already told you that this show rocked everybody's socks off.
We spent the next morning driving up and down sunset boulevard looking for drum parts, drinking to-go coffees, and blasting our bass. Just kidding, we headed up 101 towards Oregon. We stopped first in Santa Barbara and ate some Super-Rica Taco which was dope. Then we decided to take the scenic San Marco Pass around to Lake Ch_______ and it was Beautiful. Logan lost the keys, we happened on some sparring kick boxers.. one of whom was topless (male) and then we stopped in on a dutch village where Skip took a picture of a yard full of pumpkins..and one windmill. We found the keys in a trash can, like you do, meditated with the kickboxers, and headed up the highway towards San Francisco (thinking we would make it to Ashland OR that night.) At about 3:30 am (after a sweet foggy trip across the Golden Gate Bridge) the van filled with light and we realized we were NEVER going to make it out of Cali that night. so we pitched our teepee out in the redding CA mesa and slept like babies.