Off Highway One
June 30, 2015, 12:21 am
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Mountains, pine trees, blue water, over and over.  Hours.  Nature’s meditation on giant glacial wounds.

“There’s a hidden beach,” he says, and there is, down the road, under the trees.

The stones circling the fire pit are carefully built up and fitted in place by some regular visitor, but no sign of garbage or glass.  It’s cold under the heavy forest, the river stream a few feet away, washing white round rocks.

There will be 1200 kilometers more, radio stations fading in and out.  Nodding off and waking up over several days through one big loop, checking in and out.  Making mental notes that won’t stick, town after town, about motel names and pokey bars; all between swims in deep cold water at the bottoms of the valleys.

This, this will be missed.


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