Yesterday at around 5ish pm we set off from Los Angeles and got back on the road up to Portland. I don't know what it is, but road trips make me feel at home. I could have all the worry of the world on my shoulders, but once rubber hits road, I feel somehow lighter.
That's made even more dramatic when you drive through places like this:
These are the forests of Mt. Shasta. That river is crystal spring water, that's even more refreshing then it looks.
Everything about this place seems to be telling me I've arrived home. I've moved alot in my life, and I really enjoy seeing new places, but after running around in the forest around Mt. Shasta, I've realized that the forest is my favorite place to be, and the one place that continues to call me back.
In the city, I'm timid, while Andy runs around, jumping over every obsticle he can find. Suddenly surrounded by these trees, I feel like a kid again. Every part of me wants to run, jump, explore, swim in the river (at least wade in it and drink it), climb things and see how much trouble I can get myself into. The city has tamed me and over the years I've become more lazy, less active and less confident in my childlike ways.
I think Portland might change all that for me. 15 minutes here, and I feel like I've rewound the clock. My knees don't hurt, I don't care how I look, everything is exciting and welcoming.
Andy, Doc and I find a rope bridge and quickly found ourselves jumping and running on it. Okay, so when Andy first started jumping on it, it freaked me out a bit. He said "It's metal!" Hey man, so was the Tacoma Narrow Bridge, and we all know what happened to that!
But I got over that pretty quick.
Anyway, we played, we ran around, we eventual did get in trouble, and it was awesome!
Mt. Shasta in all her glory.
No comments:
Post a Comment