Followed the Tall Tales tour. Built a bunk bed in the back of the van using fine cabinet plywood. Slept beneath the stumbling raccoons of Big Sur. Bought two wet cords of firewood. Woke up to sirens; a hobo going into pancreatic shock in the Mission. Showed up to the bar and sat down.
Her: "Are you with the band?"
Us:"Sort of".
Took the long way home. The tires were bald on one side.
Sand City, nice place to park.