Oh! California

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Tree Huggers

I came from Salem City with my washpan on my knee
I’m going to California, the gold dust for to see.
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death, Oh, brothers don’t you cry.

Oh, Susannah, Oh, don’t you cry for me
I’m going to California with my washpan on my knee

 

 

Last weekend we left the beach house, played for a great crowd at a gospel sing in northern Washington, then headed on down I-5 (minus the hassle of an unexpected stop to replace the tires on our car’s dolly), and into the beautiful state of California. Some of the drive was quite smoky from the wildfires and the bus did not care much for the mountains, but we made it to a great park near the Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park. The park had some stunning old growth redwoods, some dating back 14,000 to 18,000 years old and reaching a height of 285 feet.

Many trees had been partly hollowed out by a fire in the 1800s and the ones directly on the path provided interesting tree caves for exploring. It was an amazing experience standing inside of trees that may have seen the end of the Roman Empire. September2014 026 (2)

We’re a bit further south now and on Friday we’ll wind our way down towards Palm Springs to play at the College of the Desert Street Fair for the month of October. We’ll keep busy on the weekends playing for the street fair, but leave the weekdays free to work out some new music for the winter, as well as take care of usual business, such as booking for next summer, sending posters for winters shows, and schoolin’ the younger two.

Looking back at the summer we just passed, all I can say is, “Wow!” It’s been an amazing ride. The west coast most certainly suits us and we can’t wait to come back someday!

 

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