Sarah and I finally decided on our destination: Magnuson for a swim. Just as we're embarking on our ride,
Dave Benham appears at the intersection, red Saab coated in playa dust, just back from a visit to the desert
by way of Tahoe where he had to wire and liberate his 1948 short bus, the ultimate hippie machine,
top speed 45 mph, lived in 17 years by a Vietnam vet who never left its warm embrace.
Swim Spot 1 was choked with gooseshit. Swim Spot 2 featured a bloated dead rat washed up on its shore.
Swim Spot 3 proved the charm and it wasn't long before we were joined by Dave and Anna.