Wolf Mountain

At 9:55am, we left for Wolf Mountain. It’s usually in Grass Valley (5+ hours away) but it moved to Gilroy (1:01 hours away). The trip there was rather uneventful (which is a good thing when driving). At Gilroy, there are a lot of cherry, apricot and garlic stands. It’s kinda neat to see the dusty road and then a little lemonade-ish stand with people selling the fruits ‘n all. When we got there, we saw there was thick blankets of grass and I mean thick. dream-lawn thick! I went over to Bean Creek central. Billy, Sarah, Pete, Rob ‘n all were practicing.

Before I get farther into this story (true story, mind you), I should say that we went to Barb’s party last week. John is very protective of his Martin guitar, and I mean too protective. He won’t let anyone play it (especially Luke and I ’cause we are fingers are like most people’s fingers, they excrete an acid which absolutely kills strings). I thought he was rather unhealthelly protective of it so I decided to play it when he wasn’t looking. To protect the strings, I had a towel to wipe the acid off the strings . I know what you are thinking, “acid? eww! It’s probably this green bubbly slime!” Well, it isn’t. It’s in the sweat . . . which looks like water. Seeing that I was wiping the strings, he didn’t argue. (though he probably didn’t want to make a scene)

Well, at Wolf Mountain, he told me that the next day, He went over to Jim and Loise’s house to practice and all his strings just snapped. Hmm. . . I wonder if that’s connected with me? Tom Tworek came up and he had some Nachos with the spray on cheese. I took one and kinda spilled the cheese on my fingers. It was spicy. even though I cleaned the cheese off my fingers, it was still greasy. It was really hot there. There was a fountain but it was fenced off. I heard people say that somebody should cut the wire and let people in. I went over to the Bluegrass Redliner’’s camp and jammed. My fingers were so dry, sliding up and down the neck of the guitar and mandolin didn’t feel so good. I dipped my fingers in water but it evaporated. I puting my hands in the plump grass and rubbed it to try to get a bit of moisture out. saliva on the hands worked pretty well but even that dried.

Around six, We went to get some food but the vendor closed up. We went to Billy and Sarah’s came and Chris had Pizza that they weren’t eating! I took a slice and then ate somebody’s crust. Billy gave me some of his homemade tofu . . . stuff. It was delicious. It was this thin slab of tofu that was baked in olive oil and basted in pesto, garlic, etc. It was nice and chewy. Tofu was never on my Top Ten list since the slippery muddy texture didn’t appeal to me very much but I tried frying them in a bit of oil and that helped a lot. Browning all the sides made it nice and chewy and with some salt, it was like popcorn! Then we hit Gael’s camp and made sandwiches. Then we hit the camp where there was free pie ‘n all the goodies!

I jammed at Billy and Sarah’s camp with the Bean Creek crew. I was sitting on the “mobile stage” and everybody sat on chairs below me. I was right behind Luke. From where I was sitting, my feet were level with Luke’s waist. This is important for what I’m gonna say now. I was taking my instrumental break when halfway through, Luke starts playing ’cause it was a split break. I wasn’t done so I kicked that bow off the strings. John said he saw Luke playing and suddenly this foot (my foot) came up and his arm went up. John was laughing so hard that it was hard for him to finish the song.

That’s a summery of what happened. We made it home in time for Signfield. It was the episode where Jerry is going to Coney Island, Elaine’s going to the wedding, Goerge is going to the interview and Kramer is paying his ticket.