Coma Tour, Day 6
Coma + Beach - Keyboardist = This
We had a show cancel on us, which means 3 days in a row of no playing. So, we made our way north to find a spot in the redwood forest to camp out for the night and found a spot next to the beach. It took us a good 20 minutes to get a fire going, each of us taking turns to successfully light the fire, fully exploiting our evolutionary urge to out-do the rest of the males. The moment I cursed Dustin for throwing my newspaper away (to use as fire fuel), he got the fire started. We cooked some food and decided to burn almost all of our trash from the van, including a bagful of uneaten marshmallows that melted into a pulsating pile of screaming-baby cream. With our mental state at the time, that seemed like a good way to describe it.
When the time came to sleep, I thought it would be a good idea to use my 55+ degree travel sleeping bag on the beach. I woke up around 5a.m., and saw that all of my stuff was soaked with ocean mist. So, I moved into the van, where Dustin had already been seasoning the trapped air with his mountain musk. At least it felt warm inside.
