Butter on a summers day

We just got back from a small west coast tour.   It was amazing, waaaay to short as the three of us are still pining to be back out there and not back in Portland at work again. Day 1. We started in Boise at The Crux, which is kinda like the Backspace of Boise.  Its an all ages coffee shop that serves beer and has local art and good bands play.   We got to play with Vestiges (a black metal band from the east coast), and didn’t realize until after the show that we were a big deal or something.   We stayed with my cousin (thank you Carissa!) that night and drank tall cans in her front yard. Day 2. We had the next day off, and the plan was to drive to a lake in the Nevada desert, camp, and do some mushrooms.  It seemed to be a good halfway point between Boise and San Francisco, and mushrooms in the desert sounded great.   We ended up blowing a tire a few hours into the drive in the desert of southern Oregon, in the middle of nowhere.   Long story short, we waited almost 5 hours in the sun for AAA to show up, just to tell us that the rim on our spare didn’t match the van.   We ended up buying the spare off the AAA guys truck ($150!@#) and were back on the road after catching a nice sunburn and mild heat stroke.   When we finally arrived at the lake to camp around midnight it was pitch black, and probably not...