Gillian Welch. John Prine. Merle Haggard. Robert Plant. Patty Griffin. Steve Earle. Punch Brothers. Bela Fleck. Emmylou Harris. Buckethead. Can you imagine a festival that brings all of these amazing talents together? For free? In gorgeous Golden Gate Park? It’s real. It’s the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival.
Music is so important to me and has been such a big part of this trip, we figured such an event would be a great way to bring our journey to an end. I was amazed. Although there were grips of people there, it was a very friendly event. At the end of each night, the moderator reminded everyone to pick up after themselves and take care of each other. And everybody actually did.
Thank you, Roger and Kim for letting us loiter around your place for the weekend. Viva California!
Gillian & Dave.
Not only does the guy tear it up on guitar and look good wearing a bucket on his head, he has sweet robot moves and nunchuck skills.
Spending the week in San Francisco, I was reminded of how awesome old friends are. High school friend John and his wife San were completely hospitable, and we enjoyed many breakfasts at their yummy cafe in Mountain View. As an aside, if you ever went to John’s basement in high school, you will delight in knowing that his shuffle board table has been seriously upgraded!
A hopping little place with delicious food.
Terry channeled his college self, attending a Salesforce class all week. So I invited my sis out and we bounced around the city together. Here are the CliffNotes from our time in San Fran.
Chilled on the beach in Pacifica, where despite the massive fog, Elizabeth got a good pinkish hue. George Costanza would be enamored.
Reds v Giants in the 8th row behind the Reds dugout. More old friends to reference, thanks Tricia and Kim!
Agreed, fellow Reds fan. But I think we can do better than Rice-a-Roni.
A classic walking tour with Roger, our tour guide extraordinaire. First rate sights and stories all day long from another long time friend, and no less than one unmentionable I wish I could erase from my memory.
Adventures in the city with Roger & Elizabeth
Enjoyed possibly the best massage ever with Liz and San. What was so great about it, you ask? It was $25/hr and they literally karate chop your ass. Nuff said.
Rented a vintage 1977 VW Bug convertible to ride to Napa “Thelma and Louise” style. No, we didn’t drive it off a cliff, but there are many stories to tell with that car. Let’s just say it’s a trip I’ll never forget.
It’s foggy mornings and sunny afternoons on the Central California coast. We visited some of the smaller coastal towns where the scenery can take your breath away. Mountains, quaint towns, and the shore. Of course we hit up some local mountain bike trails. We even found a day to just sit on the beach and do nothing, a rarity for us.
Oh, I almost forgot to post that we saw NEIL YOUNG! He stopped in Santa Barbara on a reunion tour with Buffalo Springfield, with none other than Gillian Welch as the opener. Awesomeness. We were the youngest people there. This is one to cross off my life list, although it just made me want to go and see him again. Life list item #79: See Neil Young. Again.
Heading up to San Fran on Hwy 1, we were told the road was closed due to a slide out, but we chanced it anyway. I did not want to miss Bug Sur, those views and the nostalgia of being on that part of El Uno. Boy did we luck out, it had just opened an hour earlier!
I guess you could say we’re getting the hang of this California thing :-) Next up: Adventures with Elizabeth and some good old friends in San Francisco.
Coming from Utah where there is such a large chunk of public land, California took a little getting used to.
Give me lots of yellow, green and purple, please!
You mean, we can’t park wherever we want? No pulling up right onto the beach for the night? Hm. Guess it’s not the 1960’s anymore. Well, I suppose that’s the price you pay for all of the beauty this state has to offer. There’s a reason so many people live here! It’s absolutely breathtaking at every turn.
We got to San Diego on Terry’s birthday and my cousin Shelley trekked down from the Grand Canyon to spend Memorial Day Weekend with us. What a treat!