Friday, March 30, 2007

another roadside attraction

have you seen it?
just the other side of walker mountain, i believe!
a must see....
a gathering of everything under the sun and the moon..

could not have made it over the mountain
were it not for fred's fantabulous lunch..
he thought of everything..
it was the carrots, celery and the little debbie's
that saved me from blood sugar madness!

met a road worker..lovely lady holding the stop/slow sign..
we high fived
and what do you know..
i see her just outside of hoodsport..
two days later!
miles away..
she asks;
you still walkin'?
indeedy!

thank the high holies for kris k.
she once again saved the evening
as i head to ken l.'s cabin
"just around the corner"
from duckabush river..
still raining..

babar, my elephant is wrapped up in holly's raincoat..
i am walking
into the mobius strip of eternal wet!
i give ken a jingle..
he is 80
and the mayor of beacon point resorts..
a line of holiday cottages that have been
sold for permanent residences..
honey, he says..
if i were you i'd stick out my thumb..
i keep walkin'
call him many more miles down the road..
it is almost 5 in the afternoon..
just around the corner he says..

oookay!
i keep walkin'
then i do it..
out goes my thumb..
cars whiz by..
well, the only one for 10 minutes..
walk and hitch
and lo!

along comes frank from oregon..
"you know, i haven't picked up a hitchhiker
in years but something just told me..."
and i tell him..
i haven't hitched for years but something just told me
that just around the corner was miles away..
and it was..
at least 4 more..

we find ken's,
i blow frank a kiss;
knock on the door..
there is ken..
cooking dinner..
in you come, he says..
in i go..
laundry in the wash,
the honeymooner's on tv over dinner..
peaches and ice cream for dessert..

the first hummingbirds show up..
ken is on it for sugar water.
he describes himself as a neo-conservative.
i tell him i hang in the middle way..
he thinks i'm smart!
we have a fine evening..
early to bed with a good night kiss on the cheek..
the water, the wind lulling me to the sleep
on his pull out sofa.

1 comment:

b said...

Thank you for your wonderful blog! I check each day for words from your journey, the poems and wisdoms, stories of the fine people you meet along the way, the surprises and the magic...even those times the body is saying, "Whoa, there, sister!"

Here's a word-gift from Antonio Machado, the poet:

"Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.”

May you walk in beauty, peace and love!