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Jul. 2nd, 2005 03:27 pmPink floyd reunited at live 8--killer!
Ok, now I have to go do a funeral.
Ok, now I have to go do a funeral.
Jul. 2nd, 2005
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Jul. 2nd, 2005 11:37 pmlet's see.......
I'm back from my amazing little camping trip. So much seen and experienced in 5 short days--I don't even know where to begin. I'll leave most of it until tomorrow or the next day.
On Monday I was in a coffee shop in some small town, looking at the map, and trying to decide where to go next. I picked out a spot that seemed good and looked for it in my old camping guide. I found it, and was surprised to find some notes written by Arlina in the margin. I cried a little when I saw her handwriting, so unexpected.
We had been there before--in 1997--on a trip we took to prepare for a longer trip into the southwest. We always wanted to go back there but could never remember where it was. She had made notes about some of the camp spots she liked. I stayed in one of them. She was right--it was a great spot, right next to the river.
That was kind of the way of things. I didn't decide where to go until I had broken camp and was back on the road. I kind of knew the general direction and some of the stuff I wanted to see, but just left it to the day to show me where was next.
Along the way I ran into a guy who was taking pictures in the same place I was--Navy Beach on Mono Lake. We were circling the beach in opposite directions, and eventually we met and talked for a moment. He and I had the exact same camera and lens. He has taken the summer off and is traveling around in his van. He has a website where he posts pictures and writes about his journey. He just got back from an extended trip across Canada. His name is Mike.
I never felt lonely all the time I was out in the wilderness. It wasn't until I ended up in San Luis Obispo, and was walking through a street fair, surrounded by people, that I really felt alone.
I got home yesterday, and once again the house felt empty. I wonder if there is going to be a time when I go away for a while and just decide not to come back. Probably not, but I do begin to picture a time when I want to live somewhere else.
After I posted about my cat dilemma, my sister stepped in and solved the "who's going to watch the cats and stuff" question that had been bugging me about the extended trip, so it looks like it is a go. I'm home for about a week and a half, and then it is off to points north and east. As with this trip, I have a general direction in mind, but nothing specific planned except for the retreat that I have already paid for in a town outside Toronto. There are people and things I want to see along the way, but beyond that I will simply go where the road leads me.
I'm back from my amazing little camping trip. So much seen and experienced in 5 short days--I don't even know where to begin. I'll leave most of it until tomorrow or the next day.
On Monday I was in a coffee shop in some small town, looking at the map, and trying to decide where to go next. I picked out a spot that seemed good and looked for it in my old camping guide. I found it, and was surprised to find some notes written by Arlina in the margin. I cried a little when I saw her handwriting, so unexpected.
We had been there before--in 1997--on a trip we took to prepare for a longer trip into the southwest. We always wanted to go back there but could never remember where it was. She had made notes about some of the camp spots she liked. I stayed in one of them. She was right--it was a great spot, right next to the river.
That was kind of the way of things. I didn't decide where to go until I had broken camp and was back on the road. I kind of knew the general direction and some of the stuff I wanted to see, but just left it to the day to show me where was next.
Along the way I ran into a guy who was taking pictures in the same place I was--Navy Beach on Mono Lake. We were circling the beach in opposite directions, and eventually we met and talked for a moment. He and I had the exact same camera and lens. He has taken the summer off and is traveling around in his van. He has a website where he posts pictures and writes about his journey. He just got back from an extended trip across Canada. His name is Mike.
I never felt lonely all the time I was out in the wilderness. It wasn't until I ended up in San Luis Obispo, and was walking through a street fair, surrounded by people, that I really felt alone.
I got home yesterday, and once again the house felt empty. I wonder if there is going to be a time when I go away for a while and just decide not to come back. Probably not, but I do begin to picture a time when I want to live somewhere else.
After I posted about my cat dilemma, my sister stepped in and solved the "who's going to watch the cats and stuff" question that had been bugging me about the extended trip, so it looks like it is a go. I'm home for about a week and a half, and then it is off to points north and east. As with this trip, I have a general direction in mind, but nothing specific planned except for the retreat that I have already paid for in a town outside Toronto. There are people and things I want to see along the way, but beyond that I will simply go where the road leads me.