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Don’t miss these two San Diego Icons. Two guys, two guitars and their amazing songs. This will be Berkley Harts 3rd show at our home. We have missed them and it’s great to have them back.

Berkley Hart have found something that works. The combination of Kerrville New Folk Songwriter Award winner, Jeff Berkley, and stand-out wordsmith, Calman Hart, creates a perfect pairing.

After a hearty breakfast of Quaker Oats we outfitted ourselves with hiking boots and canteens; off we went to explore the arroyo and find out if it was our liquored imaginations or realty that was sneaking around our camp. A couple hours later we discovered a 55 gallon drum with burning yucca cactus under it. The barrel was full of water and stinking starfish. Farther along we found visqueen plastic following the contour of the tilted sandstone layered rock and on the other side were someones belongings. Whomever it was had a oil lantern, various paperback books (Mexican novellas of romance, drooling hombres and busty muchachas), an old tattered sleeping bag and a bucket of water.

!Que estats haciendo! There was our leprechaun from the night before. He introduced himself as Pedro when he was sure we meant no harm. He apologized for stealing our beer but explained that American cervesas were very hard to resist.

Rocks served as stools and we sat around and practiced our Spanish while trying to find out what this guy was about. He must have been around sixty years old; he looked ninety – a lifetime under the hot Baja sun.

Pedro lived under a plastic covered rock up on the north wall of the arroyo. He explained his life consisted of collecting starfish at low tide and boiling them and drying them. He would store them until a gringo would arrive to purchase what he had collected. This happened once or twice a year. Pedro would earn .75 per starfish. A multi-legged genetic freak would fetch a couple bucks! All in all he made enough to buy food, oil for his lamp so he could read at night, and new Mexican paperback books. He loved those books.

We were not the first gringos Pedro hung out with. He would regularly approach ’surfers’ (cause they were muy simpatico) and see if they had any pot they could give him. While he grew his own up the arroyo where there were natural springs to water the plants he knew it was good to have a backup.