On a clear, bright day, when the blue of the sea rivals the blue of the sky, one sees the hawk, the eagle, the buzzard soaring above the still, hushed canyons. In summer, when the fogs roll in, one can look down upon a sea of clouds floating listlessly above the ocean; they have the appearance, at times, of huge iridescent soap bubbles, over which, now and then, may be seen a double rainbow. In January and February the hills are greenest, almost as green as the Emerald Isle. From November to February are the best months, the air fresh and invigorating, the skies clear, the sun still warm enough to take a sun bath.—Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch I’ll be away for a week, spending time with Jon Iverson at his home on the mountain; visiting Don MacInnis at RTI, the famed vinyl pressing plant; and sitting in the Honeymoon Cottage at Lucia Lodge, looking out to the sea and working on “Recommended Components.” While at the Lodge, I’ll take long morning walks through the cool, clean air, to the New Camaldolese Monastery and to Limekiln Creek. I’ll return by early afternoon and write, free from the daily distractions of office life, far from the sounds of New York City. In the evenings, I’ll sit out on the deck, maybe with a guitar, and have a drink. I’ll write some more. Jon Iverson, I believe, plans to take me on long hikes through the redwoods, teach me to play Neil Young songs, feed me fish tacos. I plan to eat fish tacos, teach Jon Iverson to dance salsa, and take a sun bath. It should be fun.
