Slow Travels

Day 140: Northern Oregon A collection of images today says more than a series of letters can do.  This is Oregon from my eyes.

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…

Day 135: south of Mount Jefferson, Oregon My bad. I should’ve known that I was just too tired to appreciate the splendor you were attempting…

Day 133: Shelter Cove Resort People love fear. Honestly, I totally get that.  Look at me, wanting to believe the breathing in the night was…

Day 131: Generic Oregon Oregon is not a place of high drama. It is more like a soft lullaby. Rolling ever so gently up and…

Day 130: Burned area north of Ashland, OR This part of the trail is for me turning into the mental game. Oregon is boring. I…

Day 122: south of Grider Creek, south of Seiad Valley, CA Liquid moon poured over me in the center of the night. I awoke neither…

Day 121: Between Etna and Seiad Valley, CA Lately I’ve been breaking, then remaking, then again breaking, bonds. Trail family can be transient, although mine…

Day 114: South of Dunsmuir/Castella, CA Maine seems to be coming up a lot for me recently. I keep meeting people from various parts of…

Day 113: North of Burney, CA Life is rife with irony. Yesterday I was noting that I feel more in tune with my body then…