July 9, 2018 “You will take other trips, but you are going to remember this trip for the rest of your life” Russian Gulch State Park, site 26 (best sites=12 and 25). I’m sitting here at the picnic table writing this and the birds are just waking up. It’s a sunny day here on…
Anthropomorphizing: The Bus Edition
July 8th, Russian Gulch State Park How does the sun rise in the forest? Like we roll: slowly. First the birds, just like at home, smaller ones trilling, crows having a discussion, the occasional blue jay chiming in. The light here in this grove is almost imperceptibly changing, but now I can see a…
July 7, 2018: Thinking About Walter Benjamin in the State Park or Don’t Go back to Garberville
I’m guessing most folks are familiar with Larry McMurtry if only because they know The Last Picture Show, Lonesome Dove, or Terms of Endearment, all of which were made into films, but very few people have read Reading Walter Benjamin in the Dairy Queen, his book about doing exactly that, the Dairy Queen being in…
This is the way we roll: slowly, steadily, and safely
Due to lack of internet access and the incredibly slow but free wifi at the Arcata Wildberries market (otherwise an excellent place), picture posting will be delayed so we can roll on down the road. July 6, 2018 This is the way we roll: slowly, steadily, and safely When my father ordered the bus, he…
Going Up the Country, Hopefully
July 5, 2018 Theoretically, Larry is replacing the electrical line with the short even as I write this, and then we will pick up the bus, pack, and head off to Lake Selmac, but as I have realized over the last few days, things do not always go as planned. I still can’t seem…
Hey, Baby, It’s the 4th of July
July 4, 2018 Happy 4th of July! For those who haven’t seen it, the 4th of July in Ashland is a big deal. The day starts with a parade, then there are crafts and food booths lining the road in the park, and a concert in the band shell, and finally fireworks. As a child,…
Either/Or: July 3, 2018
Jenny and Tom in front of the bus, circa 1973 July 3, 2018 Either/Or When I was 14, my mother decided to move to a new apartment near Fairfax and Olympic from her tiny second floor place in Glendale. I spent part of that summer packing boxes while she was at work and getting ready…
