Took a day trip up to the Marin Headlands two Sundays ago for another nature-meets-music outing a la David Wilson. The man has such a knack for pulling these things together, I'm constantly amazed (and looking forward to the next one). Sadly, I didn't realize the roll of film I brought along had already been used, which made for almost no photographic mementos of the day, unless I pretend Franklin's niece and nephew were also there. More of that later.

The multi-talented Mr. Wilson drew up maps of the area with trails leading to various art creations, or at least I imagine that's how it was intended, though the sheer size of the place made everything seem rather haphazard. So nice just to picnic on the beach with fellow out-of-city-ers and wander between the hills and sea.

My gratitude to Mr. Manson for once again being the Pied Piper of a fresh-air filled outing. The highlights? Being summoned to hear Pale Hoarse sing in an abandoned battery tunnel by a giant white diamond that Chris Duncan and friends unfurled down the slope of a hill, watching prehistoric looking newts paddle around a murky pool while the light danced across the concrete above, and hearing Coconut cover The Coasters "Searchin" from inside a miniature sand valley that sheltered us all from the wind. Goddamn that's a good song.

------------------------------------------------------------------------

That's all folks? Keep your ears peeled, I'm sure there's more excursioning just around the corner. In the meantime, take a day trip up to the headlands and wander about; sand, sea, rolling green hills and old military forts make for a lovely outing even without all the entertainment.