Blue Skies West Coast Summer Tour 2009, Day 1-1/2: The Aroma of Wisdom . . . at 108 degrees.

Fled the hottest of Bridgetown days at 70 mph. Easily the nakedest van ride ever undertaken by the Blue Skies crew.










Fell asleep dreaming of Squidbillies but getting the Venture Bros. On our left, the Pacific Coast Trail support team with their magic marker van just outside. On our right, a traveling, vagabond nurse.

The temperature drops every southern mile we take. Interspersed is our NorCal Impromptu Rest Stop Concert series. Sacramento means a beeline to Old Town with candy shops and bubblegum singles.

Funny how the weeklies always talk about how we’re NOT emo. Yes, we’ve heard that, too. They steal the mostest beardiest shot. Cool.

Tonight is the Blue Lamp in Sacramento, and the arrival of The Parties.

By the way, we all like us a kookaburra, too . . . but stop fucking with Men At Work you heartless pricks.