So its been a few weeks since I've had the time, energy, and internet capacity to put works to screen. Since then I've crossed California twice, been through three mountain ranges, been hailed on for my first cooking job, had a bear break into my tent to try and steal my deodorant, and spent a week running around the woods with a swat team and a psycho-killer on the lamb 2 miles down the road. I couldn't have asked for much more in terms of learning experiences.
Between weather, wildlife, and the colorful characters that scatter these weeks I'm not sure where to begin. Time is of the essence, like always. So I guess I will go with the week in the redwoods with my cousin and his friends. The week off from work was a blessing in disguise. I was focused on making money somehow in that time that it didn't even occur to me that I probably needed a little R&R. Turns out I needed it badly. It would have been lovely to spend my mornings picking apples and watering plants and afternoons hiking around the woods but I was dissuaded to do that in light of all the activity surrounding the man hunt. It got me thinking about actual risk versus perceived risk. My statistical probability of running into Aaron Bassler in the woods in that week was probably pretty low while my chances of tripping and falling into a field of poison oak and having a horrible reaction was probably pretty high. It was very clarifying being somewhere 2 hours away from my next work site and knowing that a person could essentially disappear into nothing if they so wanted. My cousin Art is a bigfoot believer, not from a personal experience, but on literature and the sheer vastness and density of the woods on the lost coast. Its called the lost coast for a reason. If you want to melt away into the landscape, just get a few hours north of San Francisco. In light of my adventures in good 'ol shake city, I think I'm going to try it out for a few months this winter, what better way to get over my dislike of being cold and wet!
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