Last Saturday night Joe and I went down to Nepenthe to celebrate the book release. At the end of the book, along with a host of other folks, I acknowledge Nepenthe, and a few other people and places in Big Sur. The people and places that helped me write to The End. Without them, there wouldn't have been a Winnemucca. And so, here's the view from the back patio of Nepenthe at sunset. Some nights, there is a fog river than travels down the Pacific. When I lived in the wine barrel I took a video of it. [I'm the world's shakiest videographer, but it does stabilize pretty quick]
In the background you can hear Tom Petty singing "The Waiting" It really is the hardest part. Especially when you are trying to write to The End. Do you have any "writing to The End" stories?
When we first arrived at Nepenthe there were two belly dancers on the packed front patio. Their tangerine and golden scarves even more vibrant against the twilight sky. Later a band would play. We said Hi to friends we hadn't seen since we moved to town. Erin was out front greeting guests. She is an amazing painter and writer. You might want to check out her book about the creative process called Drinking From A Cold Spring, a little book of hope. Anyway, she congratulated me on the book and said she had a story about Winnemucca. People who've been to Winnemucca usually tell some great stories. Do you have one?