Too early the next morning we drive toward the glowing promise of a wildly good breakfast experience.

They seat us lightning quick, and in the little half-section where they do …

It took me ten or fifteen seconds to start to hear the music behind it.

“Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
on a hippie trail, Head full of zombie
I met a strange Lady. She made me nervous.
She took me in and gave me breakfast.”

Yeah. Oh yeah. Need a fresh first GoPro pic of that one for sure.

For the freshly evolving version of that somewhat daily spill.

So in that spirit let’s break it down.

A Kombi in the lyric is slang for a kind of van, but in the new context it means any Kombination of bed and wheels. Fried-out might specifically mean ‘overheating’, but here (and not in this restaurant), it’s about warmed ample grease.

The hippie trail is eternal, and what our heads are full of could be mary jane, or a lot of things, all of them psychoactive but not all of them drugs.

Trailhead is in the sound but not the syntax.

The waitperson wasn’t nearly strange enough, no Mombi alas, but the nerves jangled anyway with creative excitement.

The breakfast itself was one of my favorites ever, and that’s saying a lot. It and the glorious L.L. Bean outlet alone provide the only two valid reasons for me to ever want to go back to the Park.

But Kombi is at the heart of everything right now.

Later in that tranquil change of pace day, we met owls, but I only have footage of ducks for some reason.

In that contrary spirit I offer a bonus track.