spontaneous blog.
Yesterday I woke up in a sleeping bag, in a tent, in a grove of giant pines, in Yosemite National Park. The sun dappled the forest floor, and the massive granite face of Half Dome loomed overhead.
Today I found myself on the corner of Haight and Fillmore in the middle of San Francisco drinking a coffee and eating a bagel on the curb. Foggy, breezy, and cool, I was on a city street but the air felt alive. I shuffled around in my birkenstocks waiting for Allie to get out of the store. Standing there, trolley lines waving overhead, punk rockers, hippies, homeless people, joggers, crunchy couples with thier children filing past me-- I laughed about what a ridiculous life I lead. Ridiculous in the best way possible.
Grand Canyon, to LA, to Yosemite Valley, to San Fransisco, and through Nevada to the mountains of Wyoming in a few days. and the world spins madly on...
(Yosemite blog-- soon.)
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It is no longer "soon," and you lie. Pay up.
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