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As the legendary Mission of Burma make their way down the West Coast on a week-long trek, guitarist Roger Miller shares his tour diary with Pitchfork. Stay tuned for daily entries ("Of course, it depends a bit on free WiFi," Miller says.)

 

Here's part five, in which we see more of Burma than we ever expected.

Read part four here.
Read part three here.
Read part two here.
Read part one here.

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Monday, September 18: "Eugene to the South"

Another well-rested day. Is this really a rock tour?

Sunny, we all wandered our own way. Some got grilled salmon sandwiches at the University of Oregon, others happy with coffee and some composite carbohydrates. WOW Hall had WiFi, so I sent off yesterday's blog blurb.

Van ride down the rainforested coast towards Sacramento. All in good humor. Hey, look! The rain stopped and it's sunny again!

We drove into the mountains east of Eugene to the Terwilliger Hot Springs. A cascade of eight pools, hottest at the top, and cooling further down. The half-mile path in from the road was a glorious rain/moss forest green, absolutely beautiful. Clothing was optional in the hot springs. Luscious, gorgeous women; studly, muscular men. Things got kind of out of control...

The Men of Burma

...but everyone enjoyed themselves.

No show tonight. So after driving south with more great scenery (and Pete's insane Les Baxter CDs providing the soundtrack), we arrived in Ashland, OR. Great Thai dinner-- exceptionally great, actually. Spicy as hell, but what one would one expect from a place called Thai Pepper? Dinner by a babbling creek, perfect temperature. All is good. Rock? What is rock? I've heard of rock...

It really helps to be easily amused on these kind of tours...