At home once again. As every day brings another routine – coming home is but todays. Didn’t sleep – we woke up yesterday and drove over a thousand miles without sleep . . . a falcon rv, three crazy heads, and I trekking from Colorado up and over to NY.

Suppose I should get into how we got there. That’s half the fun. In Austin, after bus from Flagstaff, and Jason and his friends picked us up at the bus station. We partook in random jeering, and cheering at Gaelin’s ultimate Frisbee game, and went to sleep to prepare for our july fourth with willie nelson.

Got to Austin picnic – and disappointed to arrive so late – seeing only the last of Leon Russell’s set. But was able to see Ray Price, and what a blessing it was – that old man can surely rock out – but he doesn’t look like he’ll be around too much longer so felt very pleased to get him. The Dead opened for two pop country bands, and ultimately willie later and that was weird. A dead during the early afternoon – and they were only a shrug to typical show power. I questioned their own egos with the lineup and maybe that’s why they sounded so loose and not caring about the energy. Had no alternative so had to leave a little after one to make it to a place to sleep – so missed Willie – hearing some sweet songs carrying over to us as we walked away. A heartbreaking goodbye.

Found a bus to dallas, first plan was to rent a car, but at the budget we met – Doug.

Doug, a 400 show under belt, glass eyed, vagabond, deadhead wharfrat vendor . . . he talked a lot – fast and experienced – a lighter, sober form of Neal Cassady and his Cadillac sped on into the night by sean – who truly did all the driving. So many hours of driving until we reach Camp Hosa, in Denver, Co.

Immediately found friends, and we all just relaxed for the afternoon . . . . . later on had an amazing first night of Dead at Red Rocks ~ an amazing venue, the weather was perfect, and the band was sounding so tight I forgot all about the rust I felt from the previous show.
Second night of Red Rock dead – was my birthday – felt elated being surrounded by 12 friends, all hugging and loving me on my day . . . . and sharing visions on the rocks, while the dead played magically – “come together” even played for Ringo . . . . or so I believe. After show walked and wandered with sean around the campground definitely finding a humorous spark among my own need to be in company of someone who really did care.
And finally the third night ~ yes! Got a looks like rain!!!!!! A little late for the birthday but still just as amazing. All three shows were the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. And more over felt. An energy indescribable surging thru me at all I felt and feel about the music. So healthy and good for the soul.

Leaving was hard. . . . goodbyes awkward and no glances back. In the heat of noon – drove east toward home with 20 bucks in pocket, a sleeping bag and a bookbag – sang a lot and read two books on the RV journey.

Thought a lot about things, where I am with my bills, and my responsibilities and I’m hoping I can get all straightened out.

A quick list of folks I met as not to forget : Dusty, his girlfriend “the puker”, Gonzo(a sweet brother), John, Tara, Gaelin, Doug, Doug’s vendor friends Jerry, Pip, Rafael, Life, Zagah, njtrader, and the random bus drivers, and those folks who made the movement interesting . . .

last night at hostel met stefan ~ played pool, listened to jukebox, foozeball - and a losing streak. a full kitchen of wanderers and the smell of food tempting . . . wishing now i brought my long hand journal in to recite what i wrote inside - but all can wait.
pictures should be posted soon and i'm happy for that . . .. let others see the things i've seen

this morning woke to chris taking us to the bank to finalize the exchange of my car to his hands, and leaving me with a bus ticket . . .

monsoon season starts today. the wind already has begun. . . . slightly.

finishing thoughts and going to go find lunch

making necklaces for my birthday - going all out to be really intense night - beads, dress, hair piece, color - can't wait to have that night come ~ love and comfort in the change

later on that day . . .

feeling really happy. smiled a lot today. met a lot of interesting interested people. called home and talked to christy, makes me miss home - hanging out with her - seeing friends and family - but i'm adopting another family too - the randoms. . .

the cave woman, the lou reed woman, henry the cigarette man, the skinny hostel clerk boy, zagah, chris-biff's boy, the truckers, and the dogs, the road, the sun rising - i could go on -
and i'm meeting myself in every day
which makes me nervous
and amazed at the same second
becoming who i am
wrote a few 50 pages of diary - and filling books of thought
creative things started yesterday while we ate spaghetti in a park - offering our food to the homeless passers
feeling good to give, and wondering if they would give if we were feeling empty