Driving down Highway One to Big Sur is one of the most special things for me. The feeling, the memories, the draw that I have, the spot this place has in my heart. It feels like home. I'm writing as I listen to the waves crashing, and I watch the birds soaring not above me, but below me, and today, there is not one single cloud in the sky. As I drive down the highway however, the feeling is different this time, there are so few cars, and the energy is vibrant. Pulling into the Ranger Station in Big Sur, the last possible stop before Highway One is completely closed, there is a buzz of confused tourists turning around, that have not heard the news, locals rushing to a parking spot with groceries in hand and getting ready for the hike to their home, or ride, or wheelbarrow on the other side of the huge gap, which used to be a bridge. William and I get out our instruments and play some tunes as we wait for someone to come pickup all of our stuff for Fiddle Camp. Yes, road closures and all, fiddle camp is ON! I start hiking through the redwoods, down the hill, by the river, back up the hill, passing others along the way, every one stops to say hello. We are on an island now, lets say hello, ask a question, share a moment. Getting to the other side of the closure other cars are lined up along the Highway. As a local, you have a car on either one side of the bridge or the other, and the rest you have to figure out with friends, neighbors, family, and of course the best of all - the community itself. Last night about 15 incredible musicians, teachers, players, pickers, fiddlers, banjo players, sat around and we began to discuss the goings on of camp. The kids arrive today. There is so much love here for sharing. So much talk about flow, about plugging in to the needs and desires of the kids - of sharing your passion. I'm going to be teaching a bulgarian tune, an improve class, a fiddle class, there will be soooo many things everyone can learn - and I'm going to try and go to everyone else's classes too. Banjo, Ukulele, Mandolin, you name it... Last night it was impossible to go to sleep, people were jamming, and discussing ideas for the week. This morning at breakfast we decided that there must be a yoga class every morning at 7 am, obviously!!! playing whatever instrument you do all day, everyone has to stretch! That while drinking raw goats milk, fresh strawberries, and the most insane ginger scones of my life was a pretty cool start to the day.
it's time to meet all the kids, and continue being part of exciting the energy around us, contributing to the madness, and joining in the fun :)
on tour. kickin it. playin.