Small hill island in a lake, with a large gathering of artsy/resourceful people I know. Scenic, dry, recreational. There are telescopes mounted inside a wooden tower to see the people on the mainland.
I’m there helping with responsibility for the flagpole, used for signaling. By using principles of counterweight, girls ride up and down the pole like aerialists. The hillside has a series of old buildings with an old hydraulic tram system that used to require hundreds of men to operate.
More scattered notes from this night:
- Billionaire shindig dance upon delivery, messy collage cup tradition, wish them well
- Zuck has a personality!
- Going off a green curb in New York, near what would be San Francisco’s ferry building