The night before

The stars are out over Honeyman State Park. I lie in my new sleeping bag, in my new tent. I am tired. And restless. I will embark upon my fourth Pacific Coast tour tomorrow morning.

The whirlwind weeks of work on the land culminated with the renting of the house, by folks well matched for our quiet, pristine garden spot on the watershed. Then a few days hustling the restaurant office into shape, leaving Seth a far better situation to manage in my absence than last fall.

I shuttled over to the coast in the van with Shawn, following 34 out to Waldport, then 101 down to Florence. The lift cut out the first two legs of the trip, a much needed head start enabling me to make the Esalen workshop on time. My fifth writers retreat! Maybe I’ll get down to writing that article.

But now, I must sleep. A long first day’s ride to Coos Bay tomorrow. Eyelids are heavy, drooping… drooping… closed…

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