North America 9
North America 9
Is this what's it all about?
Finally departed the indecently hospitable cafe, having shopped at the store across the road for: goats cheese, bread, tin of tuna, raisins, and prunes enough to last me a couple of days. The camp sites in Ca. Can cost up to $40 so that's out as even though I have budgeted for $50 a day I could get by on half that.
The English couple on a tandem just flashed by, I was warned about them, but with a down hill stretch and a following wind, a friendly wave was all that's necessary. See precept; holding the silence.
So why am I heading north? Well I could have taken my twelve year old Friday, and cycled to Eugene to pick up the Silk (they would have part exchanged it), and carried on South. But my brother likes to make zycling trips with me (he spices them up somewhat with a little weed) and another folder is handy for the High Speed Trains. And who knows I may meet a Girl Friday who wants to join the fold! Plus I wanted to meet up with Ryan who had contacts on the route, and I have NO deadlines, see precept 1 " no sense of urgency" . Saying that after, stopping to chat with a breakdown fella, I had better spend the rest of the day in silence, and that includes this blog.
So talk to you later spectator.
Im afraid my self imposed silence didn't last long as I came by Ward of
bodegaportablebuilding.com Who makes small buildings, he enthused about a photographer Lloyd Kahn who likes them too. So when I get home I'll send a picture of my Kuti . I found a site in a maintenance yard, that was perfect overlooking a bay. I'm too tired to climb down to the beach that the chap here pointed out so I'll leave it to the morning. So good night .
Isn't life strange, didn't sleep so well, maybe the fireside chat with Alfredo the maintenance guy got me going again, though he did most of the talking. So I'm reading The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac which in a way mirrors what I'm doing. Bob the last servas host lent it to me. The sound of the ocean waves is calling me to check out the sunrise.
Clambered down past eucalyptus and on to the grey sandy beach the family of seals sleeping spotted me a some lumbered into the ocean, leaving mum and a pup to brave my stare.
So it's adios, most of the work seems to be done by immigrants.