huge huge mountains, dry dry desert, blue blue waters

Computer access seems few and far between in the high desert and phone reception is obsolete in the mountains. I'm trying my best to keep up with everyone, updating and whatnot, but forgive me for the lack of doing so. Times are still great on the road, slow and thoughtful. It's almost too much to absorb with the awe inspiring scenery. I miss my peeps at home but I would rather y'all be here with me than me back in AL. I believe my next journey to seek employment on this coast, atleast for a season or so.

We went to the Obsidian site a few days ago, hiking through shards of glass the size of mountains. The lava with no bubbles turns into black shiny glass, and then the lava that had bubbles filtered through is the pumice. In hindsite it was one of the most dangerous adventures yet, hiking, falling, and regaining my balance on shards of glass. But there was a hidden cave we delved into that still had ice inside of it. And of course all the mountains still have remaining snow at the tops. Yesterday we went white water rafting down the Deshutes River. A 5 hour journey of rafting, swimming, and purposely hurling your body into rapids. good times. No pictures as of yet since I'm paying for this internet access and I can't upload images. Maybe next time.



You know those nights you're on a Do or Die mission to somewhere, nowhere particular, but...somewhere?
Everything is seemingly normal: no raging protons; all of your neurons are functioning smoothly. You're neither apathetic nor ecstatic. Just neutral.

You walk outside to get into the "Mission To Nowhere" vehicular yet instead you end up sprawled senseless in the front yard. Not aware of even the texture of the grass against your bare neck, your glazed-over eyes beam into the sky indirectly waiting for a purpose.

There are billions of stars, all glittering at a different nanoo second creating a constant glow. With each sparkle, they beckon you to come join their society, a society of contentedness but without individuality or movement. The frustration of discerning one from another leaves you to ponder.

Abruptly, a shooting star dances across your stage, almost landing in your lap. Suddenly, you realize you had not noticed how dark the sky really was until your little unexpected friend shot a glimpse of awakening your way.

Without a thought, you now feel the grass on your neck, and the mere lingering of the star's brightness brings an unrestrained fulfillment.

Now you know your mission.