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devdiaries Mendocino: Hours of twisting turning dirt roads. Not a soul. I launch a golf disc into an abyss of trees extending like some Bryce rendering in godly-resolution. Pulled too hard. Turnover into the treeline. If only I had the chance to save it with a nice upshot. But where's the pin? Where's the pin indeed. When does 22 equal 25.4? When you Trust, that's when. What's that signpost up ahead? I think you know. More twisting, more turning, and then the greeting: Matter; "Wanna CC 'n Coke?" Uh... nein danke. Incredible location. Towering trees. Cool, crisp air. Good, good people. Each with their own kitchen. Kitchen as hearth. Hearth as extension of heart. We played first since some folks took longer than expected to arrive. Worked well for us. Casual jams erupting into broken ballads. The flickering of campfires interlaced with the flicker of video on tyvek stretched organically across conifers stretched skyward. Cheers of excitement and acceptance. Tasty bites shared amongst friends. Covelo: We stopped here for breakfast, just on the other side of the forest. Hard-core. The town that time forgot. Nice folks. Family owned. Everyone on a first name basis. Kinda cozy, but in a kinda Rod Serling sorta way.
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