After an 11 hour Greyhound ride, I arrived sleepily in Ashland, OR to find home-cooked dinner at my brother's house. That set the tone of my visit there which consisted mostly of lounging in the shade swapping stories and music with Morgan and his girlfriend, Elise. I let my artistic side flourish for a couple of days with lots of drawing and hemping.
Yesterday Morgan and I hit the road for what was probably my last real road trip ever. Considering gas prices and my green ethics, I doubt I will ever indulge in such lavish transportation ever again. We cranked up the tunes, popped on the stunnas (sunglasses), and blasted through the mountains.
We arrived in South Lake Tahoe 6 hours later to find great hospitality with some homies that Morgan knows from the time he spent working in Brekenridge, CO. They are all hard workers and all artistic in one way or another, plus they live in a paradise. The lake is so blue and the town has the small feel of Jackson Hole despite all the gapers (tourists) that force us to wait half an hour to get into any restaurant.
Tomorrow I will rock the bus toward the Bay Area and be sure to report any excitement.
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