hello. i'm jenny page. once upon a time, i had a band in bakersfield cali called the dusk devils. you still can find dd music online. now i live in the mtns & am married to my wonderful husband, whiteboy james. i know him as james or other endearing nicknames i won't list here. we are as happy as two nuts can be. life is an adventure, a chore, a beauty, a choice, a turn. life is short, but it is good as you make it (in this culture, anyways), so let's not forget that!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
"the singing bikers"
we just got back from a 2-week motorcycle trip. this pic was in creede, co... terry (blonde) had swisher sweets & we were about to skip down the street back to the no-tell mo-tel. (the wood tastes better than the smoke, i must say. L to R are me, ceecee, terry, & virgie.) the group of 11 joked i should go to internet anonymous--i never stopped jonesing, even sailing thru the gorgeous aspens, breathtaking red & green & purple mountains, fragrant sage & flowers, snowy peaks, copper canyons, lovely lonely desert, etc. etc. etc. it was a bit embarrassing & pitiful. we listened to ronnie dawson live at the continental club, esquerita, chuck berry best of vol 2, etc. (the last was from brian p, who made a welcomed 11th hour stop before we headed out, to bring me birthday CD rips.) had good cloud cover most days, only two monsoons. (i, pure chicken, sat inside a gas station for 1.5 hrs to ride out the storm whilst the much braver others stayed in their tents.) met a bunch of nice folks & traveled with great friends, ate fantastic meals in ojo caliente NM & moab, climbed on petroglyphs, stayed in a train car, took mudbaths & mineral waters, loudly sang "king of the road" at every stop, attended a bizarre mormon boatride tour, balanced zingers with propel water, didn't send one stinking postcard... for my BD, bomar got me a very cool little roll-up piano that weighs about 2 lbs & i played along a little with the campfire marathons at the serenity run, but they were doing a lot of folky-pop stuff, so it'll be fun to dusk devil-it again... each year, tho, the friendships are unforgettable, and so i am grateful & must again say "thank you" to dear bomar that i was able to make this trip for the ninth time.
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Sounds like you all had fun. I wish I could have been there.
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