Maybe the 'best days' aren't stuck in 1969 or 1984. Maybe they’re right here, in the Groove Den, where the past and the present sound the same.

It’s a strange, exciting feeling being back here. The last time I saw these terraced vineyards and smelled this mix of air & river mist, I was twenty years old, wearing Woodland pattern BDU's, and bouncing around in a deuce-and-a-half or set up on a hillside with my RaTT Rig. Back then, the mission was defense. Today, it’s a peaceful search and rescue mission.