Day 11: Harris Beach to Crescent City, August 5, 33 miles     Jenny at Crescent Beach, the second time around                   We had a leisurely morning, the first of the trip so far, no miles to make up, just a planned jaunt to Crescent City, a short distance away, staying in the cool beach motel…

Ireland’s (Gold Beach) to Harris Beach (Brookings),  28 miles, August 4                   I woke up in another misty coastal morning and made a mistake that would haunt me for the rest of the trip: I picked up too many rocks, a fitting fate for the Geologist’s daughter, I suppose. I was excited when I awoke,…

August 3, 2024 “I stood outside in the summer rain”: Ashland to Gold Beach, 128 miles I woke before Robert to misty skies, shocking after the heat of the last day, and made coffee in the room, then went to visit the graveyard. As detailed in my November trip, I think, I love to walk…

Or Celebration, August 2, 2024 We woke up with too much to do, and it was getting too hot, promising to get hotter, and we were rushing from go, that terrible and wonderful frantic energy before an event. We started our day with yet another trip to the Ashland Hardware store, where we ran into…

Day 7, August 1: Grants Pass to Ashland, Oregon (41 miles): Home Again and Preparations                   I woke up in the comfortable bed, still happy to be at the Motel Del Rogue. I wanted to go meditate by the river, to hope for peace and calm in all the tumult to come with the memorial…

Crescent City to Grants Pass, 82 miles (with a stop in Brookings, Oregon). Robert in Crescent City I woke up to the pounding surf and a misty morning, a theme on this trip, and decided Robert needed to sleep in, so after a weird Keurig malfunction—making coffee into the ice bucket, I feel the need…

July 30, Cloverdale to Crescent City, 270 miles We woke up at the Super 8 and everything was groovy—we were back on the road! We got coffee, breakfast, gas, Robert helping out a man with a gas can across from the station by filling his car. The man told us his Bus stories and thanked…

We woke up on that foggy morning, seagulls caterwauling, filled with anxiety: would we get the Bus fixed? What would Kelly the retired VW mechanic be like? How far up the road would we make it? After getting lost in Pacific Grove yet again, for, as I have said, our sense of direction malfunctions there,…

Robert went to get real coffee and food in the morning, while I read about Kathleen Hanna and listened to the loud cries of the seagulls. When you camp there are bird alarm clocks, the crows at Wheeler Gorge and Freemont, the Blue Jays at Samuel P. Taylor, but at Borg’s it is the gulls….

July 27, 2024 There’s this old song by one of my favorite singers, Townes Van Zandt, where he sings of “To live is to fly/ low and high/so shake the dust off of your wings/ And the sleep out of your eyes,” and that became my song for this day, a day when we flew…