I am unable to find a dedicated journal, or a calendar with anything about trips in 1993. I was so overwhelmed, unemployed, fighting with my landlord to keep my apartment on Emerson Street. I did a lot of volunteer work at Dharma Trading Company, packing books and making bindings, eating wonderful massive organic Friday lunches, until Rinpoche decided we needed to heat-seal everything in PVC film . . . which i cannot do, after five-point-five years working in the Toluene/Xylene/perfume industry.
In March? we went to Rollerville and a short weekend fishing trip with Bones and Mae, and I took the photograph from which I later painted this acrylic on Bristol board piece. In Sept/October we went back to do some Abalone diving–I had a suit and gear, and almost put my face in the water, but was way too scared, and smart, to get in that cold, dark, green water.
I flew to San Diego at Easter and spent some time with my friend Linda, moved my garden to Essex Street in June.
I spent a good bit of volunteer time with Living Tree Nursery, where I learned to graft fruit trees, and did a series of illustrations for a catalog that never got published. 
Although I did end up with a number of rare apple and pear trees in trade, and did some gorgeous drawings, which I had framed. I also did some delivery work for them in the 1979 Datsun pickup–down the coast to Santa Cruz and back through S.F, stopping to smell the ocean, to the the extreme distress of my “boss” Jesse-who thought I was charging him $7 an hour for my lunch break. W??? (“October 15 11-3 pm almond butter”)
So, that was how I came to start a gardening business with my friend Tracy, which lasted until May 1995 when we came to an abrupt end over bookkeeping discrepancies.
Meanwhile, playing music, did I mention I had gotten a bass guitar in 1991 and joined a couple of bands after the Inches fell away?
We did continue to visit Palmdale on a regular basis, often camping on the way there, or on the return trip.
Travels With Stevie 