We literally drove through the night, leaving Santa Cruz at 10:35 pm for Eureka. We had about 10 hours between performances and half that would be spent driving - a daunting task in daylight, an extra dose of daunting over night. We stopped only for fuel for the car as well as our sleepy heads. We tried desperately to make each other laugh and stay alert, and we succeeded until about 4 am when we couldn’t even do such things for ourselves anymore (and that's saying something, since we both find ourselves wildly entertaining).
We arrived in Eureka shortly after 5 in the morning. We slept for 2 hours as well as we could in the car, myself in the front seat, my tour partner on top of our belongings in the back. We awoke, cleaned up, and played our hearts out for Father’s Day. We napped on the beach afterwards. Drove through the Redwood Forest. I stepped inside a “tree of insight”. It was beautiful. We drove to Crescent City, scored a cheap mom and pop hotel, rented “Singing In The Rain” and went to bed early.
Now, I am exhausted and completely devoid of wit and pith.
That’s all I have to say about that.
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