I am still in Campo. The bus does not come until Monday. I spent two nights outlaw camping here. In fact, as I write this,, I am outside under an oak in the dripping wet pre-dawn edge of light by a creek on the very slab of granite you see in the photo. A century … Continue reading “Stories In The Stones”
Camp Lockett in Campo, California is where I am spending the night. It is an old ranch that hosts PCT hikers. They have experienced people who give talks and a pancake breakfast. Also, bathrooms and a charging station. Camp Lockett is now a non profit event place. And they still do horses. I will talk … Continue reading “Safe In Camp”
“Did you see that tarp?” The woman’s voice is coming from the river! Fuck! I had just stuck my head out to do a solar path check* and saw on my side of the stream, upstream, the head of a blonde woman in a sunhat on one of those heavy plastic canoe, kayak hermaphrodites. Behind … Continue reading “Camp One”