Hilton Eugene, day 2.. where do I start.. I am sitting 4 floors up from the streets of Eugene in my hotel after another fucking great night of music at the Cuthbert Amphitheater with Furthur, the best damn thing thats happened our cherished Grateful Dead music since I would dare to say a few years before Garcia died even. I danced so much that my hair was wet, my knees and back were sore and my spirit and soul soared out into the night sky, surrounded by the brothers and sisters for whom I knew few but loved them all anyway in those precious moments in time that we all shared, together, totally in the moment. Truly the ultimate workout, my eyes closed, bouncing, jumping and swaying surrounded by many familiar smiling faces. Heaven..