Redwood National Forest and Conversations with a California Hippie Late Into the Night
8:18PM Camping at Six River National Forest (Panther Flag) just northeast of the Redwood National Forest in California. Last night I talked to a fellow named Walter who was camping next to me. He was a drifter who had lived on the streets of Seattle and Portland. I asked him why he drifted? He said he was looking for something and maybe he had found it in his song writing and singing.
It was after dark so I don't know what he looked like. I just remember laying in the grass in front of my tent and listening to him pick the guitar and sing. I could see his silhouette in the fading sunset. He said he didn't do drugs anymore. We wished one another good luck and a happy 4th of July and I went to bed. It was a pretty neat experience.
I had to sleep on the ground. My chair broke. Today I traveled on a rough road. I spent 3-4 hours on a road that must have been a paved over logging trail. Narrow, steep, often one lane and little traffic. Drove through the Redwood Forest today and saw the Pacific Ocean. I appreciated the size of the trees today more than I did as a kid.
Discovered three more sentences the car can say.
- Left door is open.
- Right door is open
- Fuel level is low (in a pleading voice)
I think the car was a Nissan Maxima. I had never driven a foreign car and had trouble with some basic stuff like turning on the lights and wipers. I soon discovered the car could talk and had fun trying things to make the car speak to me.
Had T-bone steak tonight with wine.