moving. stationary. transgression of time.
BLM. a governmental agency whom protects area of the wilderness. hence its name, bureau of land management. these campsite are mostly primitive sites with vault toilets and stinky flies trying to enter your holes. my girlfriend and i woke up after a night of drink cheap canadian beer to a flat tire. for two hours we searched for a tuning lug nut key for the wheel only to be replaced by a doughnut. 30 miles out from sweet home. camp host was absent and it seemed we were stuck. smoked again. parents dragging their children back to there make shift camp site. we couldn't think of a plan "a" or a "b". a truck rolled by, BLM and green. brook was the only person who came to our aid to find a tuning key. she drove us out to sweet home to a les schwab. les schwab is a staple in oregon. if your town has more then 600 people in it you have one, and probably work at it. she drove us there and back with minor stops to change toilet paper and a few day use areas, and a liquor store. people in oregon are so willing to help each other out.
state parks are dotted along the oregon coast. beachside. this particular night was the night of a lunar eclipse. our site was about 15 feet from the US 101. this didn't bother us in the least, we had konekee beer and conversation. be-pe was his name. he offered a joint in return for some warmth of the fire. he haled from torino in the northern part of italy. living by way of los angeles. as he said, "italians take a month off of vacation." he was traveling from vancouver all the way back home. it seemed he was doing well on a carpenters salary. we smoked and drank as if we had been old friends. corn was cooking on the camp fire along with the beef stew and a loaf of french bread. all done with love. bepe left and we took a nap in preparation for the eclipse. 3 am came by and we went out to the sand. there was such a darkness that multiple shooting stars were bright. i was hoping for a fireball. the moon changed colors, from its bright paleness. reddish hue to orange. it became reminiscent of a fruit we had eaten earlier. smoked again. this time my eyes wondered. i began to imagine aliens picking us up on what seemed to be a desolate beach. the ocean was playing tricks on me. making things move in an circular motion. my mind transcended back to the pale moon with was appearing to peak out from behind our shadow. 5 am and we headed back to our camp for a couple hours of rest. we left camp at 1pm. drove through newport to oscars mexican food, reminded me of the 24 hour taquerias in arizona. bean and cheese and we went home via gaston/yamhill on the last stretch.
time to move again. in three words. it's a pain. it will be nice to cook naked again.
state parks are dotted along the oregon coast. beachside. this particular night was the night of a lunar eclipse. our site was about 15 feet from the US 101. this didn't bother us in the least, we had konekee beer and conversation. be-pe was his name. he offered a joint in return for some warmth of the fire. he haled from torino in the northern part of italy. living by way of los angeles. as he said, "italians take a month off of vacation." he was traveling from vancouver all the way back home. it seemed he was doing well on a carpenters salary. we smoked and drank as if we had been old friends. corn was cooking on the camp fire along with the beef stew and a loaf of french bread. all done with love. bepe left and we took a nap in preparation for the eclipse. 3 am came by and we went out to the sand. there was such a darkness that multiple shooting stars were bright. i was hoping for a fireball. the moon changed colors, from its bright paleness. reddish hue to orange. it became reminiscent of a fruit we had eaten earlier. smoked again. this time my eyes wondered. i began to imagine aliens picking us up on what seemed to be a desolate beach. the ocean was playing tricks on me. making things move in an circular motion. my mind transcended back to the pale moon with was appearing to peak out from behind our shadow. 5 am and we headed back to our camp for a couple hours of rest. we left camp at 1pm. drove through newport to oscars mexican food, reminded me of the 24 hour taquerias in arizona. bean and cheese and we went home via gaston/yamhill on the last stretch.
time to move again. in three words. it's a pain. it will be nice to cook naked again.