After coming back from Mexico, we were excited to be able to attend a dinner that some people at the Yellow Deli had invited us to attend. We drove for quite some time deep into the back roads of the Mountains. After many twists and turns we came upon the "Ranch" of the Twelve Tribes. Close to 100 hippy Christians opened up there home and way of life to us for an evening. 25% was out of shear love and hospitality, 75% was out of an effort to convert us to there commune (thought to be a cult by many scholars). After some light conversion efforts, we broke into circle dancing, and sang folk songs and danced with the 1850's looking group. Some one announced thanks that we had come to visit and a a standing ovation lasted far beyond the point of being awkward. They finally stopped after several minutes when Ricky raised his hand like the Pope to silence them. We dined under candle light and thanked the fish for giving their lives, and then ran out of there as one overly enthusiastic convert tried to take Sharaya as his wife. 
The majority of our days are filled with surfing, talking about surfing and then sitting on the bus. We enjoyed some famous breaks such a Pt Loma for a few days were we got many days of head high, slow rolling, fun to ride waves, and Black's Beach. At Black's we met some very interesting characters. One guy had worked for the CIA since he was 13, had been gassed by Osama, and has at least $89 Billion in the World Trade Center. Certified Wacko. His told us many Sci-Fi plots he believed to the core were his life.
It seems that it is obvious to everyone else that if we live in a bus, surely we smoke weed and may also sell as well. If you know us at all, you know this isn't true, but everyday we have people either ask us for weed or offer it. Maybe if Kelly would cut off his dreads that might help our image. But for now we are trapped as hippy, dread lock surfers and forever the cops will be suspicious and the locals jealous.
One night we decided we needed something else besides Ramen for dinner and headed to Panera to take our turn begging. Through a fortunate series of events and many conversations with Panera, we left Panera that night with ALL of the baked goods they had. We have more than 4 trash bags full of bagels, pastries, and loafs of phenom bread. Bread is our greatest currency.
Yesterday we surfed Upper Tressels. Surfing through the rain ran off many surfers. Thecrowd especially thinned out during the lightning and thunder. Today we awake to more rain and less waves.
