The sweetness of doing nothing
Trip Start Feb 16, 2011
39Trip End Dec 14, 2011
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Yes, once I lock up my house and walk away everything seems to run just fine. I do have a fail safe – a friend who comes to check on things from time to time – look at my mail, deposit checks, water the plant and drive the car. Yea, that’s probably my biggest headache. The Car. My other vehicle is a high end fancy schmancy convertible that if you let it sit for more than a week or so the battery goes dead, the brakes begin to squeak and it gets lonely. Someone has to take it out for a run of about an hour or so
Yesterday, around 8am, before the XBF left for work (he drives down my street on his way to work every morning) I was off. With a dash of bitterness, I hoped he would notice that my Roadtrek was gone (how could you not notice – it blocks the street) and he would wonder where I was going, wishing only slightly that he had been invited along. Then through the course of his work day, during boring meetings and the like, he would go over and over in his mind the huge mistake he had made by letting me slip out of his life – knowing that my destiny has many great adventures – and he won’t be there.
This reminded me of the song in "My Fair Lady", when Eliza finally shows the Professor that she doesn’t need (nor want) him, that she could live right fine without him, she sings with defiance and dignity “the earth will spin without you, the sun will rise without you, England will do just fine without you and if they can do it, ducky, so can I!” or something like that. That’s the fantasy – the reality is more likely that his only regret will be that he’ll be hard pressed to find a woman who would be willing/able to pay her fair share (and then some) of all the travelling expenses and/or who is able to travel on a whim
Enough of this. Back to here and now.
I am nestled in a grove of old growth Redwoods. I never get tired of seeing our California Redwoods – towering into the sky, majestically, mysteriously, ancient. They smell wonderful and looking up into their tree tops makes me dizzy. The campground has nicely preserved the wildness of this grove – you can hardly tell other campers are around. It is a nice mix of primitive and comfort. Although this is off-season, so it is far from crowded.
There is a pleasant, albeit steep, trail down to the South Fork bank of the Eel River which is bustling due to the recent rains, and wide. I didn’t see any fish, and really didn’t notice any little pockets for them to hide in, but I know they are here – they can rest easy, I am no threat. The water speeds past – pristine, clear, freezing cold. The banks are covered with beautiful rocks – granite and quartz – all colors of the rainbow. I have taken some for souvenirs. Only a few, bout a pound or so. You can hear the little spring frogs singing and making merry – some water fowl and foot prints in the sand of several animals including mine. It is solitary at the rivers edge, quiet, save the rushing of the water and the echo of the wind in the Redwoods
Last night it was quite cold and I was very tired from the drive – I slept deeply and long, waking today to pitter patter of rain on the roof of my van. It doesn’t matter, and it is a good excuse to feel like there is nothing important to do today.
I like that – to be able to give up a whole day to just bumping about. For some reason I have trouble doing this at home – it feels derelict, self-indulgent or lazy. There should be something that I should be doing, right? Problem is, like I mentioned, my house is not high maintenance, so unless I begin a major project there is very little effort needed. Still, I feel guilty and it’s hard to relax. On the other hand, when I am away in my Roadtrek, I can relax, let the whole day roll over me – read, sit and gaze at the beauty around me, take walks without feeling like I need to “exercise” to justify the indulgence
So, as the rain plays its tune on the top of my van, I’ve thrown some stuff in the crockpot to make chili for my lunch (and probably enough for dinner, snack and leftovers). It smells good (lots of Creole seasoning) and helps keep things warm. Ahhh, the rain is stopping now – time for that walk again.
Later I need to figure out how to get to my next stop on the coast of Oregon – Harris Beach State Park, Goat Island (aka Bird Island). The forecast is for rain, rain, rain. I suppose I should get used to it now, before I arrive at the Farm. That, and reset my sleeping schedule - down with the sun, up with the sun. Get used to the drizzle. Okay. Yea, sure. Love my Patagonia under layers!!!