In the great city of San Francisco we were sitting on a beach near the Golden Gate Bridge, playing music under a bluff. As we played our instruments we all three felt pebbles hitting our backs. As I looked behind me I saw a scree of loose dirt funnelling down the steep bank. At first I thought it was simply the wind blowing dirt down onto us, but looking further up the slope I saw a kid, of around 10 years old, sliding swiftly on his butt , with amazing agility, towards the ground below. I had enough time to set my mandolin down, and together with lil' homey, got ready to catch him, or at least soften his fall. Luckily, for the bank was not totally vertical, he came to a halt after his sudden journey off the bluff, without either of us helping him. He landed hardly on the rocks, but on his feet, and kept walking. I asked if he was okay, and he shook his head yes, and kept walking on his way, down the beach, as if nothing had happened.
Upon arriving back in Ukiah, our day was blessed with new friends. Hanging out at the skatepark, a lady liked Noah's music so much, that she invited us over to the birthday party happening nearby to play happy birthday to a 1 year old, Orion. So we learned Happy Birthday real quick on the mandolin and guitar, and presented ourselves before them. They fed us delicious enchiladas and rice and beans, peppermint tea, and chips and sandwhiches. When the candle was lit we did our ditty, and began talking to the family. One particular guy told us he was a guitar player and singer in a rock and roll band in Mexico. The name of the band was a Spanish word that I can't remember, but translates to someone who can't sit still. We had fun meeting such friendly people who were willing to open up to us. After that, the sun sitting high in the sky, we drove to the creek and cooled down, and made our way back to town for cold drinks and friends.
We are setting our sights on Oregon, with the instruments in the back, our fair share of stinky socks, and the ever going search for something more.
Hand-crank laundry.
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