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Wizard Rifle, part 19: Arcata

July 6, 2012

This was possible the best day of the tour.  My words won’t do it justice.

Sarah and I woke up in the Andrews Hotel.  We took some continental breakfast (which was served on our floor, nicely) and enjoyed the Frisco Botanical Garden right there in the room.  Sam and Max asked if we wanted to go see Haight-Ashbury, but we opted not to.  They picked us up from a nice coffee shop right nearby at noon and we said goodbye to that golden city.

We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and opted to take Highway 1 up the coast.  I didn’t know it was just an incredibly curvy road, which we couldn’t go more than 30 miles an hour on.  We stuck with it for awhile, even stopping at a beach.  It was an overcast day, but everything was so blue and green and warm that I wasn’t worried at all.  We were all warm ourselves, with joy that is.  After getting some gas in a small coast town north of Bolinas, we went back inland to Highway 101.

It was less beautiful, but faster.  It still took us into the heart of the Redwoods.  Before that, we pulled off and checked our oil in a church parking lot.  While Max did this, and shot some hoops (with a basketball we’d had the whole trip but never used), Sam got the telephone number of an antiques shop south of Portland.  He called them and made a reservation for a bobble.

The drive through the Redwoods really was nice.  We had been listening to Black Sabbath’s Volume 4, but switched over to Harvest by Neil Young.  I said “Heart of Gold” was today’s theme song, and we cheered when he said he’d been to Redwoods.  After that we did After The Gold Rush, which Sam and I go way back with.  We sang along to most of it, and really did it for “Birds,” which I got misty to and I’m not ashamed.

We got into Arcata and had a meal at Sam’s grandmother’s, with his uncle and cousins around.  Then we got a text from Nate saying we were late to the show.  Sure enough, I’d been emailed about it weeks ago.  I’d dropped the ball.  I told him we’d fired the tour manager.  We got to the place, the Alibi, which was interesting.  It looked like a white bread dive bar, but it had all these crazy paintings, especially the bazaar one in the girl’s room of these men washing the feet of Nubian princesses.

The boys played well.  The next band wasn’t worth much to me, so we loaded the gear up and Sarah and I slept in the backseat cuddling.  We were only interrupted twice, once with them thinking we were making love.  But it really was sleep, for it was in the wee hours.  It was a truly lovely time.

We got to the hotel, except they wouldn’t honor the reservation.  Apparently, the card holder needed to be there.  It was really fucked up, but the man at the desk was steadfast.  I hear he got fucked up by Sam’s grandmother later.  It was a really stupid, sort of senseless policy.  What happened was we paid to sleep there.  It was alright.  I think we got refunded later…  I think.  Mm.

-for Monday May 14th, 2012