HOLED UP, RELAXING: Leigh and I are at the Goo’s Cove Cabin, hidden in the woods along the coast, just north of Manzanita. I like saying “Manzanita.” Feels exotic and kinda dangerous. Like, a naughty strain of hooch or something. I don’t know what I’m saying. Must be the ocean air.

Know this: When the sun goes down out here, shit gets chilly. We started a fire tonight, purely for survival. The cabin is toasty and warm, and Goo, NOTHING IS BROKEN!

Having a nice time.