We traveled Hwy 5 (where Tom McLeod slept? Strange sign on that tedious path) packed many organic yummies to make the successful trek, and picked up a trombone at Yamaha where I felt like I was in the movie, “Mall Cop.” Apparently there is a customs office near the Yamaha facility, so I was questioned several times as I walked Hunter in the parking lot after a yucky 6 hour trip. We settled in Irvine at the La Quinta, which was a historical lima bean silo that was turned into a dog friendly establishment. It was rather cool. There were cotton tail bunnies everywhere.
The first gig was the “The Coach House” in San Juan Capistrano, which is rather like the Last Stage Saloon or The Saddle Rack (for the Bay Area natives), but The Coach House is closer to the beach and more pricey.
Mic is currently playing at a casino in the Viejas Casino in Alpine, and I am writing this from the La Quinta in Poway Ca. about 40 minutes away (38 miles); with “no traffic.” Actually, it was an hour.
Well, tomorrow is the last leg of the trip where we will be visiting…Coarsegold where the Chukchansi hotel rests and …