Fri. 9-27-02

I've skipped the entry for Thurs. We biked 20 miles, & made it a short day. We made it to the next campsite.

We woke up 'cause some guy woke us up & made us pay. We fed him some bull****, payed & bought ourselves some espresso drinks & a muffin & scone. All our **** is soaked! It didn't rain, it just poured mist on us. We got woken up at 8:00 & now it's 9:30 & our **** is still wet 'cause the sun isn't out. We're plannin' on bikin' about 35, 36 miles today.

Well! We just rode the bus to Brookings for 6 bucks each! It's sometime in the afternoon & we're about 5 miles or so to the border of Cali!

Brett & I just pulled a John & Yoko. He wrote a song & I helped.

(Song)
Dreamin' of a world that has changed for the worse
Unfriendly visitor in my slumber, kicks at the tarp
He's got a badge, clipboard & a truck
Tellin' me I need to pay for the dirt where I slept
It's Mezcal in the morning & all my **** is wet
Borrowed some paper to make my dream into a map
Every day is me & my bike
The Holy Book is my yawn & stretch
Readin' at the top of my lungs
Cause there's this horrible music in my head
The people underground are playin' it
Last night's supper was pure chocolate
Same as today's breakfast & lunch
Brush the sand off my sleeves & the guitar
When the R.V.s get fired up
Mezcal in the morning & all my **** is wet
Is it me, or am I a bum w/good luck