Took Maggie to breakfast, had a waiter who made a full sweep
and took orders in the whole damn place (more than thirty
people) without writing a thing down, and pulled it off
perfectly, even though Cozy Dog changed seats with Richard
just to trick him. I felt like I was in one of the mega
We finally got south of Auburn, it was looking like the
49er was gonna take longer than Route 66, and being that
it is only 15% of the distance it had me worried, I've
got some gigs in LA later this month. Dropped down to
the American River, a beautiful rugged rush of water that
snakes through deep ravines over craggy and ominous rock
outcroppings. I figure there's still piles of gold down
there, there's no way they could have found it all
there? It is also obvious from first sight why whitewater
rafting is so exceptional and popular here.
About a dozen miles south of Auburn we arrived in Coloma,
the site of Marshall's gold discovery at Sutter's Mill.
We got out and dodged the park rangers to play some tunes
for tourists and school kids who were all carrying pans,
somehow I don't think they were planning on using em for
cooking. The history is so amazing, after all, the Spaniards
came to California looking for gold, settled here for
years-at great hardship and expense, to both themselves
and the indigenous people who were here, finally to cede
it in Mexico's struggle for independence and then it was
annexed by the US, too long to go into all the details.
Transfer happened in January of '47, 1847 that is, and
not even a year later Marshall goes and practically stumbles
over the stuff, finding one of the richest lodes of all
time, and triggering one of the hugest human migrations
guess, just like music, timing is everything.
When the rangers and park people caught up with us, all
they did was ask us to play in front of the mercantile
so they could enjoy it, about the pleasantest rousting
by the law that a renegade bopper could dream of. We swung
hard enough to stay out of jail and headed south for more.
We visited Hangtown, Plymouth, Fiddletown, Drytown and
Amador City-Amador, my guess is that means love of gold-funny
how you can see something like that on a wine bottle and
not give it a moment's thought, but in context it screams
out at you. We settled into Sutter Creek and found an
old Italian joint called Billote's I think, run by a great
guy named Jay, he fed us and let us play, of course we
had to wait for the finish of the Sox-Yanx series, another
thing I hadn't thought through. If you are going to try
and troubadour your way into clubs and such, it's better
to have good weather and no playoffs! But that just ain't
the Cow Bop way! And surely our timing is still a tad
better than the Mexico's of 47!
We played a set and headed to the St. George Hotel in
Volcano, traded out a hit on Friday for rooms tonight
that cool or what. (Actually it's not Cool, Cool is a
town just north of Coloma
alas, I digress) This place
is too much, a can't miss stop for anyone who travels
through. Can't wait to give you the full rundown tomorrow
when I can check it all out in the daytime. The hotel
is the same as it was a century ago, their idea if high-speed
wireless is yodelin!
Nuff said, got to get some rest, we have a very early
set at the Pioneer Elementary, spreadin the word
Due to popular demand, we have decided to give folks a
detailed accounting of the Challenge, that way you can
all ride the edge with us
|Earned Pledges (on
$100 (seed money)
$89 (Club Car)
$5 (tis & bits)
$3 its & bits
$59 breakfast, ouch!
$113 lunch food, beer and discount dinner (gotta keep
the troops happy)
$300 Art Council of Placer County
In-pocket total: $123... still in the game!