Next stop is the lovely southern Sonoma County town Sebastopol. None of us knows the derivation of that name... but it was a most wonderful drive there. Opting to avoid the Highway 101 Marin to Sonoma gnarly traffic jam, we drove west from Casa Lourdeaux on Sir Francis Drake like his ship sailing west through the Pacific.

STOP... THERE's MG running toward the Bus at Red Hill... George stops, the door opens, SHE'S ON! We passed Fairfax and Woodacre hanging a BIG RIGHT TURN onto Nicasio Valley Road cruising past the horse farms approaching Rancho Nicasio then toward Olema. We rounded Elephant Mountain made famous on the cover of Jesse Colin Young's album of the same name. Mountain Girl remembered the bakery she operated at Point Reyes station as the Bus hit Highway 1 heading north with shimmering silvery Tomales Bay on the left and its Hog Island Oyster Beds. The sun was setting as the temperature dropped from the cool ocean air prompting the voices on top of the Bus to proclaim "My fingers are numb". We rolled north past hundreds of cows testing the herds to see if California cows had the same reaction to the Bus as the English cows. They too were excited and ran toward the Bus unable to keep up as we continued north to Occidental Road turning east toward Sebastopol and civilization. That's the way he would have wanted it.

We rolled right up to the Sebastopol Community Center where our lovely hostess from Copperfield's Bookstore graciously welcomed our arrival. The community center was a buzz with ballet, yoga, aerobic and drumming classes.

We entered the large room with the nice stage and set up the gig with tables of books and Prankster stuff ready to be bought and signed. Everyone in the audience received the ubiquitous SpitFurther JailJournal BookVentureTour cards.

Ed hits the stage announcing who we are and why we're here followed by the Intrepid Traveler and His Band of Merry Pranksters. The readings each evening are more interesting than the night before as this Tour has hit a real nice momentum. Wavy recounted marvelous Kesey stories after reading the haiku that serves as the intro for Spit In The Ocean #7 followed by David, Chef Juke, Eileen Babbs and Are We Really? retelling the stories from SPIT. The Merry Pranksters tightened up the sketches... the evening progressed merrily with narily a mistake and no tragedies averted.

The evening air provided just the sustenance to get us back to from where we came cackling Donkey Shine riffs that engulfed the Bus.

Tomorrow... the Bus heads to Perry Lane on its way to Mountain View.