Impressions of Oregon, Part I

Day 136: north of Obsidian Limited Entry Area, Oregon

Oregon wakes slowly. She also puts herself to bed late. This is much more closely aligned to my natural rhythms. I have also fallen in step with hikers who prefer moving a little later.  I am feeling back in a groove that fits.

Oregon is soft. She is flexible. She undulates rather than dives. I am swimming through the smooth acceptance I have recently found.



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