Salmon of Love - SF Wrap Up
Days on Road: Over thirty
Mileage Over 5000!
PLaylist Native Am. music on radio. SF radio show on local film biz - they are loosing
to Canada and East. Eur. too! Otis Redding, Bonnie Raitt, Balkan Beat Box.
Eee gads. Haven’t written in ages. My Uncle Jim who left nowheresville Indiana for Callie eons ago says “Living somewhere beautiful isn’t necessarily good for your work habits. It can be really distracting.” YEAH!
I followed Ralph on motorcycle thru Wind Rivers and then thru Yellowstone where I had a semi-mystical experience that I won’t go into but it had to do with a talisman I got there as an adolescent. And I had no intention of going there on this trip and then there I am and…good grief. Saw baby bison, hot springs forever. In Wind Rivers stone canyons listened all day to Native American music broadcast from the reservation. Motorcycle dude and I took separate roads in Montana I think.
Went to Missoula. Designer mountain college town with cool old buildings. Run up the side of the mountain to the big “M”. Could hardly walk the next day. Then Couer D’Alene Idaho. Gem on sparkling lake with Tubbs Mountain to hike over - all this walking distance from my kid-hood friends Jenny and Scotts' house. Scott made it like permanent Christmas there. I was on “on vacation” so I got to do whatever I wanted all week pretty much. At Northern Idaho Rodeo saw a cowboy almost get stomped by a bull. Jenny demonstrated her Cowboy Petting Zoo concept which involved going “back stage” at the rodeo and talking to incredibly attractive, naïve cowboys who are trying to change their clothes as Jenny chats blithely on about rodeo trivia. She likes to pat their biceps. Hilarious. I thought I was brash!!
Hiking, swam and biked, and boated in Couer. Scott stayed up till 2am the night I left loading my I-Pod full of tunes. Plus he hipped me to this little radio transponder thing so I can play my I-Pod on my car radio! He was like the big brother I never quite got. Presents from Scott and Jenny: baseball hat fished out of gorgous lake on boatride, feather and golfball (same source,) pillow to replace mine, Couer t-shirt a la Warhol Campbell’s Soup Can (Potato of course), juggling balls!, pair of cheap sunglasses.
Kid-hood friend Rachel and partner Anne took me sailing on the bay (sound?) off Seattle. We saw some miniature like porprise thingies the name of which I forget. Seattle (again, 4 ever out here) gorgous - sunny and warm. Werid! I said it reminded me Miami Beach as we rode around an island full of glam houses over water. Rachel who’s been living in the rain for decades laughed. Saw house where Kurt Cobain died and a town full of street kids trying to be him.
In Pike Place Market the fishmongers on the front of the stall pitch huge salmon thru the air to the fillet guys behind the counter. The fish make a nice slap noise in the paper as the whole crew does a call and response chant of how the customer wants his fish cleaned. The market is so huge it reminds me of the medina in Marrakesh.
I am thinking of calling the trip the Salmon on Love tour cuz I am just being loved to heck by all my buddies. Often with food. Grilled salmon from Stephie and Greg in Chicago. And more from Scott – caught by his blind fisherman friend in Alaska.
Uncle Jim made me salmon steaks. Anne, Rachel and I have amazing salmon Rachel marinates magically in a gingered potion. We have Penn Cover oysters. Oh my GOD!
I (allergic) ask Rachel to move her cat Lulu off my guest bed, inadvertently renaming the feline who has up until this point been Petunia which A & R never really dug. So I am now god-aunt to a gray fluffy Persian’ish friend.
Slam into nasty traffic heading down thru Portland. Jump off interstate for 101. Yea! Pick up two tall, blond Callie kid hitchhikers in Eureaka. They are headed to the 40th Anniversary of the Summer of Love in San Fran. They fold into my packed Subarua and I ride them almost to their friend’s dorm at SFU.
Next day I go to the Summer of Love. I see Jefferson Starship do White Rabbit at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park. I am not making this up. I have NEVER seen that much pot smoked publicly ever in my life. Astonishing performances by all these long time SF bands that nobody outside of town has heard of but man – those old dudes can rock!! I like Barry Melton – former lead guitarist for Country Joe the best. He does his own set and just blows the us and the eucalyptus away. Country Joe does his own thing. We chant “Fuck Bush” rather a lot and break a record! There is tie die everywhere and I can’t figure out why people are kinda looking at me funny till I realized I am the only person in a crowd of like 75 thousand dressed all in black. I walk up Haight all the way to the Castro, watch the buff boys frolic as I eat my pasta and then crash in my cousin Jeff’s pad. He off at gay resorts in Europe.
Then to Mill Valley where I interview my Uncle who made a film with Sam Peckinpagh, survived trench warfare in Korea, was one of the original long board surfers and all in all has had quite the lively ride. I hike with Cousin Sara on Mount Tamalpais thru redwoods and bay trees. Sara lives in Point Richmond. I go for a run on the mountain almost next to her house and once over the hill realize she can walk to the beach and takes it so for granted she didn’t even tell me!! What IS IT with this western lifestyle? My Aunt Jana feeds me amazing food which is probably why I stay there way longer than I am supposed to.
I see Toes in Mill Valley. He gets the bicoastal award. See him in NYC. See him in….Mill Valley!! He and his wife Megan and I go to Jack’s old haunts in North Beach SF on Sep 5 – the 50th anniversary of On The Road. We go to the Beat Museum and City Lights and do a toast to the boys at wonderfully cozy Vesuvios bar. North Beach reminds me of the Village, and Baltimore’s Fells Point and The Block all kinda rolled together.
This morning gassed up in Mill Valley. Station had fresh floral arrangements on the pumps. Gay guys. I think SF should build huge white letters on one of the hills saying TOO MUCH! In the Castro they have designer graffiti. Somebody has been tagging “Prada For Ever” in the wet cement on sidewalks.
Today headed over to Sacramento and then down 395 into the East Sierra’s. Mountains on one side. Vast desert valley on the other. More spectacularosity. Goes on for ever out here.
Tomorrow mad long dash to Bryce Canyon National Park.
Hope to download more photos from Denver!
Mileage Over 5000!
PLaylist Native Am. music on radio. SF radio show on local film biz - they are loosing
to Canada and East. Eur. too! Otis Redding, Bonnie Raitt, Balkan Beat Box.
Eee gads. Haven’t written in ages. My Uncle Jim who left nowheresville Indiana for Callie eons ago says “Living somewhere beautiful isn’t necessarily good for your work habits. It can be really distracting.” YEAH!
I followed Ralph on motorcycle thru Wind Rivers and then thru Yellowstone where I had a semi-mystical experience that I won’t go into but it had to do with a talisman I got there as an adolescent. And I had no intention of going there on this trip and then there I am and…good grief. Saw baby bison, hot springs forever. In Wind Rivers stone canyons listened all day to Native American music broadcast from the reservation. Motorcycle dude and I took separate roads in Montana I think.
Went to Missoula. Designer mountain college town with cool old buildings. Run up the side of the mountain to the big “M”. Could hardly walk the next day. Then Couer D’Alene Idaho. Gem on sparkling lake with Tubbs Mountain to hike over - all this walking distance from my kid-hood friends Jenny and Scotts' house. Scott made it like permanent Christmas there. I was on “on vacation” so I got to do whatever I wanted all week pretty much. At Northern Idaho Rodeo saw a cowboy almost get stomped by a bull. Jenny demonstrated her Cowboy Petting Zoo concept which involved going “back stage” at the rodeo and talking to incredibly attractive, naïve cowboys who are trying to change their clothes as Jenny chats blithely on about rodeo trivia. She likes to pat their biceps. Hilarious. I thought I was brash!!
Hiking, swam and biked, and boated in Couer. Scott stayed up till 2am the night I left loading my I-Pod full of tunes. Plus he hipped me to this little radio transponder thing so I can play my I-Pod on my car radio! He was like the big brother I never quite got. Presents from Scott and Jenny: baseball hat fished out of gorgous lake on boatride, feather and golfball (same source,) pillow to replace mine, Couer t-shirt a la Warhol Campbell’s Soup Can (Potato of course), juggling balls!, pair of cheap sunglasses.
Kid-hood friend Rachel and partner Anne took me sailing on the bay (sound?) off Seattle. We saw some miniature like porprise thingies the name of which I forget. Seattle (again, 4 ever out here) gorgous - sunny and warm. Werid! I said it reminded me Miami Beach as we rode around an island full of glam houses over water. Rachel who’s been living in the rain for decades laughed. Saw house where Kurt Cobain died and a town full of street kids trying to be him.
In Pike Place Market the fishmongers on the front of the stall pitch huge salmon thru the air to the fillet guys behind the counter. The fish make a nice slap noise in the paper as the whole crew does a call and response chant of how the customer wants his fish cleaned. The market is so huge it reminds me of the medina in Marrakesh.
I am thinking of calling the trip the Salmon on Love tour cuz I am just being loved to heck by all my buddies. Often with food. Grilled salmon from Stephie and Greg in Chicago. And more from Scott – caught by his blind fisherman friend in Alaska.
Uncle Jim made me salmon steaks. Anne, Rachel and I have amazing salmon Rachel marinates magically in a gingered potion. We have Penn Cover oysters. Oh my GOD!
I (allergic) ask Rachel to move her cat Lulu off my guest bed, inadvertently renaming the feline who has up until this point been Petunia which A & R never really dug. So I am now god-aunt to a gray fluffy Persian’ish friend.
Slam into nasty traffic heading down thru Portland. Jump off interstate for 101. Yea! Pick up two tall, blond Callie kid hitchhikers in Eureaka. They are headed to the 40th Anniversary of the Summer of Love in San Fran. They fold into my packed Subarua and I ride them almost to their friend’s dorm at SFU.
Next day I go to the Summer of Love. I see Jefferson Starship do White Rabbit at Speedway Meadows in Golden Gate Park. I am not making this up. I have NEVER seen that much pot smoked publicly ever in my life. Astonishing performances by all these long time SF bands that nobody outside of town has heard of but man – those old dudes can rock!! I like Barry Melton – former lead guitarist for Country Joe the best. He does his own set and just blows the us and the eucalyptus away. Country Joe does his own thing. We chant “Fuck Bush” rather a lot and break a record! There is tie die everywhere and I can’t figure out why people are kinda looking at me funny till I realized I am the only person in a crowd of like 75 thousand dressed all in black. I walk up Haight all the way to the Castro, watch the buff boys frolic as I eat my pasta and then crash in my cousin Jeff’s pad. He off at gay resorts in Europe.
Then to Mill Valley where I interview my Uncle who made a film with Sam Peckinpagh, survived trench warfare in Korea, was one of the original long board surfers and all in all has had quite the lively ride. I hike with Cousin Sara on Mount Tamalpais thru redwoods and bay trees. Sara lives in Point Richmond. I go for a run on the mountain almost next to her house and once over the hill realize she can walk to the beach and takes it so for granted she didn’t even tell me!! What IS IT with this western lifestyle? My Aunt Jana feeds me amazing food which is probably why I stay there way longer than I am supposed to.
I see Toes in Mill Valley. He gets the bicoastal award. See him in NYC. See him in….Mill Valley!! He and his wife Megan and I go to Jack’s old haunts in North Beach SF on Sep 5 – the 50th anniversary of On The Road. We go to the Beat Museum and City Lights and do a toast to the boys at wonderfully cozy Vesuvios bar. North Beach reminds me of the Village, and Baltimore’s Fells Point and The Block all kinda rolled together.
This morning gassed up in Mill Valley. Station had fresh floral arrangements on the pumps. Gay guys. I think SF should build huge white letters on one of the hills saying TOO MUCH! In the Castro they have designer graffiti. Somebody has been tagging “Prada For Ever” in the wet cement on sidewalks.
Today headed over to Sacramento and then down 395 into the East Sierra’s. Mountains on one side. Vast desert valley on the other. More spectacularosity. Goes on for ever out here.
Tomorrow mad long dash to Bryce Canyon National Park.
Hope to download more photos from Denver!
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