Anyone coming to Lark Camp, at the Mendocino Woodlands? Best week of the year for singers and musicians. However, campers have to run the gauntlet of incomprehensible road work on Highways 128 and 1. Traffic lights even in the middle of the night, when there's nothing on the road but a dead skunk.



Wyrds:  Fatguru Baba Ghanoush
Tune: Bob Dylan, Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again


Oh, the flagman waves in circles
Up and down the road
I’d ask how long we’ll wait here
But I think he’d explode

And the hardhats treat me kindly
And I offer them a grape
But here inside my Honda
I know I can’t escape

        Oy, Caltrans, can this really be the end?
        To be stuck here on the highway
        With the Mendo Blues again

Oh a biker gave me two cures
And he said, wait right here
One was Humboldt medicine
The other one was home-brewed beer

And like a shmuck I chugged them
And they muggled up my brain
Now Fort Bragg just gets uglier
And I have no sense of pain

        Oy, Caltrans, can this really be the end?
        Ten miles from the Woodlands
        With the Mendo Blues again

I wrote a rant on Facebook
Now all my posts are blocked
My so-called friends still talk about
How badly they were shocked

But me, I expected it to happen
‘Cause I’ve been having fits
So I threw my phone down Highway One
And stomped it into bits
        Oy, Caltrans, can this really be the end?
        Eight miles from the Woodlands
        With the Mendo Blues again

Zuleika says come see her
In the Greek tent in Camp Two
Where I can watch her belly-dance
And do the hootchy-koo.

But here I sit impatiently
And ask myself what price
I have to pay to get out of
Writing songs like this one twice

        Oy, Caltrans, is this really how it ends?
        Five miles from the Woodlands
        And I can’t find my Depends