"Joe invited me to show up around new Years of 1973. Early March by Greyhound bus I got there with my backpack and my Martin guitar. The bus stops at the Sixes store at like one a.m. It's dark and silent as I walk the twelve miles all the way up to the farm. I woke up whoever I could find and went to find Joe. The next day we went out walkin' up the main 80 acre road towards the rock. The bluest sky I'd ever seen, everything was so bright and clean and clear. It was like another world- the orange bark madrone, the myrtle trees."     -becky