Welcome to Norcal.
Singing along to Bringing It All Back Home
The Subterraneans will be kicking off the Norcal tradition tomorrow by clearing out the hacienda of all detritus and dirt and locking up. Driving away from the steaming anxiety-belt that is S.F. and going up into the pockets of wild, moss-green.
Smell those rodeos, redwood, and cedar. The bear, deer, coyote, hawk, raccoon, squirrel, fox, heron, rattlesnake, banana slug, and otter will greet us.
Scan the shores and walk trails. Lounge about in bursting hot-spring waters; naked, reading “Walden”.
The sound of a California roadhouse in the dead of summer. Hippies with weed, old guys with trucker hats, sweaty hipsters, and whiskey booth in dark, dusty corner.