The drive thru the desert...and Touch Down! Coachella!
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The morning for me started at 7:00am, as we gased up and hit the open road on a crispy Saturday morning. It was quite peaceful. The 805 leaving San Diego is an expanse of dry rocky crags surrounded by sparce vegetation. Looks a lot like a scene from southern Italy. Alone on the highway is a great way to view it, unadulterated by traffic and noise. We cruise at a good clip to Riverside and make our way into the Inland Empire's bosom.
In stark contrast to the San Diego mountains, the dessert is flat. Very flat. And the tall dunes we see in the background parralell to the highway may or may not be there. The crispy early morning has turned into a hot and dry late morning.
My compadres are very very very sick from the previous night of drunken revelry. We drag them out into the sun and they pretty much go into epileptic shock. After driving for all of two minutes we have to make a pitstop at a Starbucks. As we walk in, the AC above the door practically blows us over, roaring like a wounded animal, blasting our heads and our hair over our feet. Someone tells us that the strong gusts keep the cold air in everytime the doors open hahaha. How novel. The interior of the place is actually quite nice, with a pale green hue on the ways.
Somewhere along the way to the festival we end up stopping at another Starbucks, and we decide that eating would probably be a good thing. Solid food in one's empty stomach? Who would have thought of that hahaha. It really couldnt hurt so we stop in at a restaurant across the street from where we had pulled over.
After piling back into the car, high off caffeine, drunk off breakie, and full from the margaritas (or was it the other way around), we pass by some Mormon kids on bikes converting the desert flowers. The desert flowers do not look pleased, but they play along with the charade. Every few minutes, in that car ride, from the hotel to the festival, a piercing mantra can be heard, after every bump and obstacle in our way.
The festival is a three day romp through sound and sound scapes. The desert air, sky and ground provide the means of transportation to another time and place. Hippies, Yuppies, Old, Young, Inebriated, Sober...everyone is here to enjoy one another's company and celebrate the coming together of hearts and minds for the worship of music. Five different stages, playing all day over three days. Tents and venues left and right provide booze, trinkets and oddities found nowhere else than the happy playground for families and friends in the desert. There are drums, circus acts, freaks with hoses, DJ's, hippies, fabulous and fantastic sculptures and structures, costumes and jean shorts...hmm i think my mind just wandered hahaha.