Not All Phish Are in the Ocean

several days later, still in santa cruz. ever since we got here i've felt like i'm in a daze. it's kind of driving me crazy, and our departure keeps getting postponed. 2 days ago we had a weird day. I accidently spilled coffee on Luke's phone, someone hit his taillight and we had to order a new part, and none of our couch surfing arrangements worked out. The past few days we have just been hanging around waiting for the new car part and a new phone to be shipped to him, both of which got here today, but late enough that we probably will stay another night. It feels like we are just wasting money camping and eating in a place I don't feel we really need to be. But I guess everything happens for a reason and its ok if we don't know why we are still here.

We did just see Mike Gordon from the band Phish on the street though! he's playing in town tonight. Maybe that's the reason we are still here?

yesterday we went to a free didgerido making class, you can see it in the picture where Luke is playing it. It's made from ABS pipe, beeswax for the mouth piece, and then some decorative paint! Pretty cool to have a homemade aboriginal insturment for 5 dollars. On another music related note, Luke just bought a mandolin at a pawn shop. He's very excited.

last night we camped at Sunset Beach in Watsonville. Note to all readers, don't live in Watsonville! And probably don't camp there either. There was an excess of racoons taunting us, peeking out with their shining eyes looking at us around trees. Also, a siren that went off for atleast an hour around 8 o'clock. We were afraid it might be a weather alert, like tsunami or flash floods or something. We called Luke's dad and he googled it; apparently it an alert for the fieldworkers or something? In the morning the camp ranger said it should only go off for a second. Malfunction perhaps? Nonetheless, we opted to sleep in the truck. Warmer, quieter, less racoon accessible. How annoying! The beach really was nice though. Giant sand dunes and endless untouched beach with lots of sand dollars!

So what's next? Should we keep going North? everyone else says yes (meaning our war veteran friend George we met). Maybe i just feel discouraged by this particular town. It makes me feel like nothing is happening and I'm just wasting my time. I think I'm realizing that my unsatisfaction is coming from within though. I felt lost before and instinct said I needed to go somewhere to figure it out. Turns out I'm just feeling more lost. I'm happiest when we are in nature somewhere beautiful just enjoying it. But then the night always creeps in and the uncertainty of the darkness brings up all the fears. Who are we when we can't see and we don't know?

Hopefully only one more night here. Then up through San Francisco to the Lost Coast, back into the forest.