The Furious Spinner

I am sitting here in our hotel for the night, learning to trust. Mario thought we were going to a hotel we'd already been to, so he hadn't asked if they used pesticides. So here we are, hoping that they didn't (no one on the night crew ever knows). Mario is writing his thousand words for the day. I've got a bit of a sore throat, but I didn't sleep much last night, so maybe it's just that...

When Mario was packing the car this morning, he saw the seashells around the house and inside the car. He was delighted. He thought it very charming—and lovely. It was startling to see them in the day time, as though a faery goddessmermother had left a little gift in the night.

Off we went about 8:00 a.m. It was very foggy down near Eugene. We saw lots of hawks sitting on the fence along the highway as we went through the Willamette Valley, waiting for roadkill, no doubt.

We got up and over the pass by about 4:00 p.m., which is nice. We never know what the pass will be like, but today it was clear. Mount Shasta was in prime gorgeous form. I love the Cascades. I love that I live amongst these giants. They always seem so present, so accessible, unlike many mountain ranges. Maybe it's just that we've been neighbors for so many years. Each mountain has its own personality; its own way of being in the world. If I wasn't feeling a bit fried, I'd explain that more fully. Mount Shasta always seems a bit by herself, away from the others, yet regal, an old queen draped in all her white finery.

We just came down out of the mountains a bit ago and now we're in our hotel. Tomorrow the plan, stan, is to head for San Francisco. One of the things we hope to do is stop by City Lights Bookstore, but we'll see. Mario and I are such geeks. When we go to the big city, we get excited about going to bookstores, art galleries, and some museums. Such fun.

See ya later.

Boom!

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