Guemes Moonshine
· 27 November 2004 ·

Guemes Spoonshine was bliss. Wyatt and Pat, you are missed. Cool island air, a full moon, and a warm friend filled evening of the Woodchopper’s Ball made for an exceptionally jovial experience. Late autumn dancing was filled with such an intensely beautiful and truly timeless Spoonshine vibe. Ferries carry us from island to island and a mandolin carries our feet across the wood floor. Stress and consciousness are no more in such a magical place of happiness and grace.

Written by Philip Ashlock

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  1. Damn you, damn you and your luck. But of course, it is the luck of all anacortesians to be ankle deep in such cool waters of twilight musical wonders and glowing friends. I miss you more dearly than you can fathom, so you must keep on dancing…happy holidays indeed.
    — patrick    Nov 28, 02:56 PM    #
  2. Luck? luck!!! If only you had made that comment a few days later. Do you remember Zack and I talking about listening to Broken Social Scene’s Backyards on Christmas day? We decided that we’d start a tradition. I know that was random, but it’s not really. You decide your future.

    Luck? Isness.
    — Philip    Dec 13, 09:02 AM    #