Hot in Jim Thorpe
I write from the fire escape in Jim Thorpe, PA as the band chatters on from stage below me. Outside the humidity is sluggish at best, but good, as the weather reminds us to slow down. B took a run, but I took a walk up the long winding hill of this old mining town turned artists retreat colony. It is not too far from NYC and Philidelphia, and it shows its cultural influance. We drove through all of the old farmland of New York and saw the height of the corn at this moment in its cycle. We visited another music festival the last few days, which was cool. I saw lots of old hippies listening to music.
I flew into NYC on Wednesday and had to land in CT because of thunderstorms and a hurricane warning. Imagine that, a hurricane warning. It was a long way from the high Sierra ridge I was on Sunday amidst a field of exploding wildflowers of every imaginable color. For any of you who enjoy the outdoors, it was stunning and I will get pictures up as soon as I can find the cable that attatches my camera to my computer. Foo, did you borrow it?
Life on the bus is so contained. It is comfortable in its confinement. There is not much to do other than allow the machine to carry us down the roads and listen to music and talk and rest. This morning we went behind someones old trailer to what appeared to be an overgrown dog kennel full of almost a hundred plastic buckets and jugs of used veggie oil. It was overwhelming. Some of it was good quality and some still had french fries floating in it. What was crazy was that some of the plastic had broken down so much in the sun that it broke apart as we lifted it. There's the strength of the sun for you. The other cool thing we learned was that they had 300 gallons of newer veggie oil that was all in one big tank. This means, to those of you who don't nessecerily care about the variables in veggie oil, that all of the gunk is able to settle out to the bottom of the big tank, and then we are able to more easily collect the mother lode of clean oil for our tanks. It was an awesome morning.
I flew into NYC on Wednesday and had to land in CT because of thunderstorms and a hurricane warning. Imagine that, a hurricane warning. It was a long way from the high Sierra ridge I was on Sunday amidst a field of exploding wildflowers of every imaginable color. For any of you who enjoy the outdoors, it was stunning and I will get pictures up as soon as I can find the cable that attatches my camera to my computer. Foo, did you borrow it?
Life on the bus is so contained. It is comfortable in its confinement. There is not much to do other than allow the machine to carry us down the roads and listen to music and talk and rest. This morning we went behind someones old trailer to what appeared to be an overgrown dog kennel full of almost a hundred plastic buckets and jugs of used veggie oil. It was overwhelming. Some of it was good quality and some still had french fries floating in it. What was crazy was that some of the plastic had broken down so much in the sun that it broke apart as we lifted it. There's the strength of the sun for you. The other cool thing we learned was that they had 300 gallons of newer veggie oil that was all in one big tank. This means, to those of you who don't nessecerily care about the variables in veggie oil, that all of the gunk is able to settle out to the bottom of the big tank, and then we are able to more easily collect the mother lode of clean oil for our tanks. It was an awesome morning.