when i arrived in arcata it was the middle of the night. passed out. when i awoke spent the morning talking with jess, she's great. went out and not five minutes into my walk rio comes riding up on his bike and says, "hey i'm taking you back to my house," so i go there, pete is there, and pete says, "hey paul, let's go climb a tree," next thing i know i'm 100 feet up in this redwood looking out over the humboldt bay and chillin in a net.
dinners at that little hippy commune as well as at ryan and julia's ensued along with other shannanigans including seeing abe's heard of yaks, shootin some hoops, and watching a spanish horror film in ryan's modern horror and science fiction class.
think i got a ride to sf on friday, so until then i will be continuing to soak up the good folks of arcata, ca.
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