The morning breaks.
I am still under the giant sequoia tree and things are still and calm as a morning in the redwood forest always seems to be.
I awake and break camp, which basically just means I washed down with a baby wipe, combed my hair, brushed my teeth at the camp faucet and called it good. The camp toilets had doors on the bathroom stalls that were oddly shaped and didnt allow you to actually open the door and get out. You had to wedge yourself beside the toilet to let the door open so you could escape. I found this frightening and didnt want to take any chances birdbathing in the sink in there.
I drank some smoothie and ate some yogurt and awaited 8am, which seemed a reasonable time to depart the campground back to Rays... to meet my work placement coordinator with a problem picking people up. Now I had been told that arriving early in the morning was essential remember. So I cruised back to Garberville figuring that I would be seeing her text any moment. I decided to park behind the Rays this time as I exited the freeway and that same cop was yet again cruising around the main street.
I park, and watch a round bleach blonde 40 something standing over her pitbull that is shitting in the rays food mart poorly landscaped 2 ft area of planter. She stares back and me and chews her lip, and flips her flip phone back and forth. She passes my car window dog shit bag in hand, as if to show me shes not leaving turds at Rays. A few minutes later I look up from South sea tales to see her running down the other side of the street with the pitbull, dog shit bag waggling bottle bleached pony tail whipping from side to side as she limp runs into her house with the blue tarp on the roof. Some invisible hurry she was in all of a sudden? Or perhaps this constitutes her daily excersice routine. I am left to wonder. Still no sign of my employer, I send a text at 9:30am stating that I am hoping are paths cross shortly. I give her till 10am before I am leaving this dump and never looking back.
The round blonde remerges from the house, dodging toys and garbage on her front lawn she proceeds with the pitbull back to the Rays planter for round two of her dog shitting haplessly on things. Again she passes my window with the dog shit bag becoming ever more filled with her dogs droppings. I wonder exactly where the bag went when she went inside? Why would you not just get another bag?
10am rolls around and I cant wait for this lady any longer, I draw a line in the sand in my mind and fire up my jeep spin the wheel back towards the redwoods and my 3 hour drive home. I stop by the side of the road somewhere between bendbow and westport park and walk over a tiny wooden bridge. Onto a fire road leading to no where. I walk and smoke a joint and think about my adventure into the woods. The wind picks up just as I notice a pile of bear scat and decide to turn around and head back to the car. I eat figgies and jammies and watch as the wind begins to blow tiny birch leaves into the air. All around me they twirl and twist to the ground in an endless cascade of beauty. I again think to myself "this wasnt so bad" and continue walking back to the car. A butterfly swoops over my shoulder and lands on a giant thistle that is seconds away from blooming. I stop and watch the butterfly on this amazing plant for quite some time. I am stoned and I need more cookies now, I make my way back to the car.
The rest of the drive was scenic and smooth, sailing back into Manchester around 1pm just in time to finish the laundry I had left the day before at the Mormons house and get a text from the garberville lady telling me she had just gotten down into service and was coming to Rays. I laugh and throw my phone back into the cup holder. No response needed, I think to myself. I drew a line in the sand and you crossed it even though you will never know. Who sits and waits for 16 hours for someone....
I am still under the giant sequoia tree and things are still and calm as a morning in the redwood forest always seems to be.
I awake and break camp, which basically just means I washed down with a baby wipe, combed my hair, brushed my teeth at the camp faucet and called it good. The camp toilets had doors on the bathroom stalls that were oddly shaped and didnt allow you to actually open the door and get out. You had to wedge yourself beside the toilet to let the door open so you could escape. I found this frightening and didnt want to take any chances birdbathing in the sink in there.
I drank some smoothie and ate some yogurt and awaited 8am, which seemed a reasonable time to depart the campground back to Rays... to meet my work placement coordinator with a problem picking people up. Now I had been told that arriving early in the morning was essential remember. So I cruised back to Garberville figuring that I would be seeing her text any moment. I decided to park behind the Rays this time as I exited the freeway and that same cop was yet again cruising around the main street.
I park, and watch a round bleach blonde 40 something standing over her pitbull that is shitting in the rays food mart poorly landscaped 2 ft area of planter. She stares back and me and chews her lip, and flips her flip phone back and forth. She passes my car window dog shit bag in hand, as if to show me shes not leaving turds at Rays. A few minutes later I look up from South sea tales to see her running down the other side of the street with the pitbull, dog shit bag waggling bottle bleached pony tail whipping from side to side as she limp runs into her house with the blue tarp on the roof. Some invisible hurry she was in all of a sudden? Or perhaps this constitutes her daily excersice routine. I am left to wonder. Still no sign of my employer, I send a text at 9:30am stating that I am hoping are paths cross shortly. I give her till 10am before I am leaving this dump and never looking back.
The round blonde remerges from the house, dodging toys and garbage on her front lawn she proceeds with the pitbull back to the Rays planter for round two of her dog shitting haplessly on things. Again she passes my window with the dog shit bag becoming ever more filled with her dogs droppings. I wonder exactly where the bag went when she went inside? Why would you not just get another bag?
10am rolls around and I cant wait for this lady any longer, I draw a line in the sand in my mind and fire up my jeep spin the wheel back towards the redwoods and my 3 hour drive home. I stop by the side of the road somewhere between bendbow and westport park and walk over a tiny wooden bridge. Onto a fire road leading to no where. I walk and smoke a joint and think about my adventure into the woods. The wind picks up just as I notice a pile of bear scat and decide to turn around and head back to the car. I eat figgies and jammies and watch as the wind begins to blow tiny birch leaves into the air. All around me they twirl and twist to the ground in an endless cascade of beauty. I again think to myself "this wasnt so bad" and continue walking back to the car. A butterfly swoops over my shoulder and lands on a giant thistle that is seconds away from blooming. I stop and watch the butterfly on this amazing plant for quite some time. I am stoned and I need more cookies now, I make my way back to the car.
The rest of the drive was scenic and smooth, sailing back into Manchester around 1pm just in time to finish the laundry I had left the day before at the Mormons house and get a text from the garberville lady telling me she had just gotten down into service and was coming to Rays. I laugh and throw my phone back into the cup holder. No response needed, I think to myself. I drew a line in the sand and you crossed it even though you will never know. Who sits and waits for 16 hours for someone....
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