Pacific Northwest

    I am back after some adventuring.  Cool northern California weather allowed us comfortable travel over to the Yuba, where we were given three skateboards by my friend.  Thank you, gracious donors of skateinthesun.  After two nights on the river, sleeping under the stars listenening to the river murmur, we left behind the hidden canyon we called our home and travelled north towards Shasta, where we camped below castle crags.  A light rain forced us to put up a shelter out of a piece of plastic I keep in the car.  After eating an early dinner I awoke from a nap to a man talking to lil' homey.    He was walking, and before dark he stepped back out into the drizzle, leaving us to sleep.  About the hour before dawn I awoke again to his voice; he was shivering, and he had turned back after hiking up the road through the dark.  In the morning we all had coffee and pancakes with an egg.  We filled the gas tank and journeyed over the mountains, driving up into the clouds, till the road turned into gravel.  We plummetted down the valley and back up another mountain.  After an hour or two we were on a little roadthat winded down the salmon river to Forks of Salmon, a most secluded place deep in the wild.  Over the Salmon watershed right into the Klamath watershed.  These rivers are surrounded by steep green slopes, the whitewater crashing down carved rock into serene pools.  All day we drove, until at last I had to pull over to make a dinner of rice and beans.  After a dusk cup of coffee, we drove into the night, until we were deep in Oregon.  I slept for the remaining hours of the nightnear Amazon Park stretched out on a bus stop bench near Amazon Park.  Now back in beautiful Eugene, at the coffeeshop I sat at some weeks ago with my brother, I am writing, Noah with his head down after a crappy night of sleep in the car.  We are broke as a joke, but at least we landed in a cool town.  We don't have much, but we have eachother, and sometimes a friend is more valuable than any riches.  We are at eachothers throats sometimes, learning to respect eachother.  Knowing we are together, we choose to help out, out of many we are one.