Yes, I awoke from pleasant dreams on the highest campsite at Lopez Lake, just outside of Arroyo Grande, California. It was another near-staycation not far from home, but someplace Gilda and her drivers had yet to visit. It seemed like a good way to recoup from a nasty week of international and national news — you know spies, and Russians, and misspoken words — stuff I can’t fix.
I’m no stranger to living on shaky ground. A rock n’ roll life may be part of the reason why this California girl is attracted to the San Andreas Fault as if it were some mystical goddess. I’ve resided not far from the fault line whether near the north, central or south end of this […]