Cave-in Monday

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I was 21 when I found my cave.

I took a bus to get as far north from San Francisco as I could, and hitched a ride to the John Muir Forest. That night, I camped in a fallen, hollow tree, which kept me dry from the rain. I did that sort of thing back then. I didn’t care what strangers thought. I napped on park benches, spoke my mind and never worried about what I wore. Travelling alone sharpened something in me, called upon inner resources I didn’t know I possessed. Years later I’d wonder whatever happened to that girl.

The next day, I hitched a ride with a couple en route to Point Reyes national seashore. We drove a long way on a lonely, winding road through rolling hills. We hiked down a path to a crescent-shaped cove with red sandstone cliffs and a stream running toward the ocean. As the sun started to set, I saw its rays igniting the sandstone cliffs into a cayenne blaze. That’s when I spotted the cave.

@ TG

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10 Responses to Cave-in Monday

  1. Den says:

    Back to the cave for reflection and meditation, a good lesson for all of us stuck in the everyday chaos of society.

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  2. º¿carol says:

    I’ve been free of all duties since 3:15. Feels good to putz, am getting some fun stuff done.

    Bob obsesses over stuff these days, now we have to get up at dawn, get ready to go and make it to the Secretary of State’s office in Mason to, I don’t know, have the titles to our two cars cleared, or something. I NEVER pay attention to the serious shit around here, lol. But Bob insists we be waiting at the door at 9:00 a.m. Ugh.

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  3. David B. Benson says:

    From Pullman Family Medicine clockwise to the Birch & Barley took 98 minutes and my right foot knows it. Saw 2 kestrels, at least 4 Swainson’s hawks, a tidings of magpies and some of the usual crowd on the wires. A Nash Metropolitan convertible went by; my mother bought one when I was in high school and I drove it some; lots of fun if one is not in a hurry.

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