JUNE 30, 2016 5:20 PM
Garth came down from his campsite—a campsite I hadn’t known was there 12 hours ago—and asked me how I’d slept and I knew She’d whispered to him in the night. Spiritual people tend to pick up on Her vibe. … Read more…
After spending a few days in the mountains outside Forest Glen, I drove down (in elevation) through Redding (102 degrees), picked up some supplies and some lunch, then drove up (both in direction and elevation) to much cooler (in both temperature and vibe) Mt. Shasta.
I was here last fall and loved it, but it was getting too cold then so I didn’t stay long. A few moments ago, when the barista passed me a huge mug for coffee and told me the password for the wifi, ilovemtshasta, I replied, “So far, I do too.”
Lots of free camping close to a new-age town and a coffeeshop with big mugs. What’s not to love?
The photo above is not from here, obviously, it’s from Mendocino Headlands State Park. Just trying to catch up with Life, photo-wise.
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A paragraph from the book I wrote a few days ago, introducing the Witness Aspect. I thought it fit well with the shot above taken this morning in Bodega Bay, CA. Didn’t notice the “Now” until I processed the photo. To live in the Now is to live without giving any importance to the past.
If you woke up tomorrow with compete amnesia, who—or what—would you be? You couldn’t say you were a human because you don’t remember what the definition of “human” is. If no one were around to teach you definitions—or to tell you about your past or your family or your job—exactly what of “you” would remain?
Their names were Nan and Hans and they were from France and Holland and they had arrived on two motorcycles and they were admiring the lake but they didn’t think they’d camp here because they found it too open and exposed and I smiled because I now knew why She had me move my camp only half an hour earlier.
At the time, I didn’t know why She wanted me to move, but I’ve learned the futility of questioning and just did what She said.
“See that rock down there,” I said, pointing down the road to where I had been camped. “Right next to it is a path to a clearing, a clearing with a fire ring and easy access to the lake. Check it out.”
They camped there last night and this morning—just a few moments ago—Nan came up to me and hugged me and said they were so grateful that I’d shown them that secret, hidden site, that it made their whole trip, camping under the stars on this cool mountain lake.
And I smiled… because I was grateful too.
Redinger Lake may very well be my favorite place to boondock. I don’t normally set up a camp, but this place is different.
When I arrived yesterday, the site I favored previously was taken, but as it turned out (you shouldn’t be surprised by now), this worked out to my advantage. By “forcing” me to look for a new spot, I found a great site a couple hundred yards away. Right on the lake, a gentle path down to the water (normally you have to climb down steep rocks) and no room for anyone else to camp right next to me. I don’t know why I never saw this spot before, but I’m grateful now.
I don’t usually set up a camp (ground mat, table, chair) as I don’t usually stay in one spot more than a day or two, but this place is different. Redinger lake is secluded, so town runs for coffee/work are off the table.
With this new, “I’m staying here for about a week” attitude, I’m experimenting with using a spare set of sheets to act as an awning/shade (ala Lifehacker). Pretty sweet so far—shade, gentle breeze, cool water and Jimmy Buffett on the stereo. By repositioning my easy chair to face out the cargo door, it’s almost like I’m living in a mobile tiki hut.
Doesn’t get much better than this.
Being free, waterfront camping near a large city makes this a popular spot with families trying to stretch a dollar. Practically all the campsites near the river were taken… but not my favorite. After 450 miles of driving, She saved the site for me—or made it available just before I arrived.
I know I should be used to it by now, but I’m still surprised when—against all odds, She lines Life up. I’m always grateful though.
The banks of the river are filled with families and tents and kids and dogs. Young, financially struggling families escaping the heat of Bakersfield.
I’ve been thinking about families a lot lately. Maybe that’s why She guided me all the way out here to the busy and populated side of the Sierras… to think about families and Mystical Oneness and how they interact. … Read more…
I’ve just finished sending the book proposal (cover letter, synopsis, outline, and sample chapters) off to a few publishers. That’s a big task checked off the list and I’m relieved and I’m happy.
Yesterday, I woke up with the idea to add to the end of each Aspect’s chapter an entry titled, The Moment. Each will be a look at this moment as seen through the eyes of that Aspect.
I wrote one yesterday for the Soul Aspect as soon as I woke up. Later, in the coffee shop I’m sitting in right now, I wrote the one for the Mystic Aspect.
I enjoyed them so much that I might start doing these more often, posting them to this blog.
Since I’m sitting in the same coffee shop (same seat even), here’s what I wrote yesterday for the Mystic Aspect’s The Moment: … Read more…
I closed the laptop, drained my coffee, and left the cafe to find some lunch. Not crazy about my options, I picked up a sub, hopped in the van and soon found myself on a single lane, mountain road.
It’s been hot here in Williams, but cooler than most places. Still, it’s hotter than I like.
Normally, when I see a sign that says, “Steep and Winding Mountain Grade Next 5 Miles” I turn around. Experience has taught me there won’t be any level campsites, but I drove on anyway.
But a spot soon appeared, a wonderful spot—not so much because the elevation lowered the temperature any, but because of the clear, cool and unobstructed breeze blowing in from the valley below. It’s really pleasant here.
I figure I’ll stay in Williams another few days to allow this heat wave to pass, then—maybe Thursday or Friday—make a dash to Redinger Lake. It’s cool waters have been calling me.