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Prologue of a trip

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And now the trip truly begins.
I spent almost three weeks at an organic farm, helping take care of the plants, and trimming some produce. Totally not working illegaly. Or on something illegal. Totally not. I would never get involved with anyone growing the devil's lettuce. I was just a simple tourist, visiting the countryside. Camping by the river.
María, my dear friend (I guess you could call her my girlfriend by now) had already been there for about two months, and after a lot of debate I decided to join her. She had already set a camp by a river, in a humongous tent-later replaced by an ever bigger one-so I had a place to crash. And such a good place it was. The white noise of the trickling water besides us would induce gentle rests, and sweet dreams. We camped there everyday; even the night when there was a storm, and a flash flood warning. The property's owner urged us not to sleep there that night but, well, we did. And the next night as well. The river rose by almost eight feet in all. It still needed three more feet to reach us, but if it had continued raining... But it didn't. And the rain gave us plenty of hours of work, what with broken branches and growing mold, there was plenty of things to do.
There were also leisurely days. One in particular, we rented a van and drove down to the Redwoods.
Those forests are magical. The trees are old and wise. They are warm and loving. We spent hours walking the paths, taking pictures, climbing and hugging trees. Or being hugged by them. We got lost, we found each other again. María and me strayed of the path, and found a big circle of redwoods. In it's very center, a very blue berry grew, rising from a bed of clover, shining in the last golden afternoon light. 1376110_10..352171568_n.jpg
I don't know how long we spent there, laying on the clover, dancing in the light, basking in the moment. In a moment, watching hundreds of rainbow butterflies dance to faraway drum & bass rhythms. Ah yes, I hadn't mentioned the mushrooms, right? We had some, and they made all the experience so much the stronger. 90_IMG_3195.jpg
As if in a dream within a dream, we ended up in the ocean. After my failed attempt at reaching Crescent City some weeks earlier, I was finally there. And suddenly it hit me. I hadn't completely realized what I've set myself to, this adventure that lies ahead. I saw the sea and thought as usual, how delightful it would be to up and sail over it, arrive to new places, witness new horizons. And that's exactly what I'm going to do! The thought broke my usual cool, left me with wide open, frightful eyes. At last, the emotional response I expected, but hadn't come.
Then the dream ended, we were back in the redwoods, the mushrooms starting to leave our brains. I could say I was sober when I plunged into the river in there. It was friggin' cold, but I could not leave that place without a swim. Who know's if I'd get yet another chance?

Eventually we came back home, next day we had an almost 11 hour working day, slight difference from running around gigantic trees.
The days passed us by, and it was soon time to leave. We made our way to San Francisco, but that trip deserves a post of it's own...

Posted by Zaspirucho 23:34 Archived in USA Tagged california oregon farming redwoods prologue

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