We recently took a trip to Northern California. Destination: Ferndale. It’s a small town. For a while I grew up there. Daniel is from there as well. The population never changes and familiar faces age with grace.
Russ Park is a gem tucked away among the many cemeteries in Ferndale and it’s where the legends live. 6 foot high ferns? Check. Zipporah’s Pond Swamp Thing? Check. Talking Sitka Spruce? Check. Trails to the edge of the world? Check. Russ Park is a place where the imagination runs wild and you can experience how hard the trees are working with every breath.
It’s 2015 and wifi is crazy strong these days so I know you have an internet connection up there.
I recently found this picture and I’m pretty sure it’s the last time we hung out. Like many times before – late nights, aimless tours, long drives, and groggy mornings, I’m sure it was another good time filled with silly laughter. We probably talked a lot about music, movies, life, and starting some sort of music project. Highly likely Cory was there too. Damn you two could write songs!
You were and still are an inspiration. Thanks for turning me on to so many great bands and giving me so many fond memories. Without you, we likely never would have started Parks and Records. You always embodied encouragement and artfully used music as a means for liberation. I benefited from both.
Miss you buddy.