The first of these was somber and emotional, as the assembled community of dipshits commended some of the ashes of our beloved friend John Grant to the sea in a place we spent so much time with him. In typical fashion, it turns out we probably broke the law in so doing without permission.
The second event was a bit anticlimactic for most of us. We arrived at the venerable Martha Wood cottage to see a protected area just south of the dune that protects her. Turns out the conservation community in the area located a sea turtle nest in that spot, and for several evenings, an earnest group stood watch around the nest in expectation that the little tortugas would make the playa run in fewer than 12 parsecs. (My guess is that it's nest 23 on this list.) Never happened while we were there, so we're hoping at least Whit gets to see this:
The 30th anniversary next year's gonna be a doozy. Clear your calendars now.
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