Month: September 2006

I drove to Sechelt on a rainy end of summer day. I found a beautiful hostel in Roberts Creek to stay at: Up the Creek. Today I’ll find someone to boat me home to my cabin. I’m really looking forward to kicking back on the couch with a fire going in the wood stove and a hot beverage beside me. Up there, there is always time. Time to look out at the changing water and just think. Time to carefully read books. Time to take leisurely paddles in my kayak and long walks in the woods. No distractions; just life.

When I worked in Coos Bay, on the days that we would get rained out, I would head to the West Coast Game Park Safari petting zoo. There I would buy ice cream cones filled with feed to feed to the animals roaming about. They had baby bears and lions that you would get to pet and hold and large animals that were held in cages that didn’t seem strong enough to hold them, adding an element of fear to the petting zoo experience.

The deer were the friendliest, at least until my feed filled cones ran out, but the llamas never did like me and would spit at me if i tried to pet them.

Once when I was very unhappy I went out walking in the dark, in the city, in the fall. It was cool, wet, windy and dark. I had a walkman on listenig to a Bruce Springstein tape. I walked for along time that night and even though I was really miserable part of me thought it was a wonderful night.