Journey to the Land of the Chumash: A Surf Tale -By Dancing Dear Man

I hid in "Pistachio" (The name of my camper) as a short lived but nonetheless heavy rain dripped through the surfboard rack modification I'd done to the roof.  More 5200 sealant would  definitely fix the problem.  I thought.  The rain ceased at sunset and I searched the area for wood to build a fire.  Songs that I hadn't been able to remember for years flowed through my guitar before the campfire.  That next morning fresh trails from the runoff the night before exposed previously covered [...]