Returning to Shenanigans for the latest edition of Last Band Standing, we basked in the metallic guitar-slinging glory of Major Jones and the White-Stripes-ish garage stompings of the Idle Threats. A spectacularly amusing time complete with free "Menergy" drinks and the opening of bar #6 or 7 in the joint. No, we did not show up for work in the morning, and no, we had no regrets.
After six weeks of moving big piles onto small piles and then onto other big piles, we have made something that resembles a structure worthy to live in. It may last two months or 200,000 years, but the "transformational process" of living and working with a diverse group of hard-core free-thinkers will last the rest of my lifetime. A final meal of cob oven pizzas, beer, and "fortified" brownies was taken in a singularly amusing talent show followed by a jollifaction session at the hut. The Rumford was fired up, as was the rest of us to do something with the skills/contacts/inspiration received as a blessing.
Next stop: Bend. Wait a minute, somebody of excellent reputation just said that I'd be a fool not to drive up the Oregon coast. Thus, to Highway 101 I go.
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