Point Reyes, 25th and 26th of February 2006
|| At 1 pm
Em dropped me off at Limantour Beach and I began walking south
along the shore until Sculptured Beach where I cut up to the
Coast Trail. After a ways along the empty byway I saw scat
and exclaimed "DOOKIE". As it happened, 1
seconds later I came upon people for the first time in over an
| My well thought out
plan was to meander along, reach Wildcat Camp
|| late at
night, eat, and go to sleep. However, when I arrived at
4:15 pm I just wasn't ready for bed. It's not that I went
fast, rather, I just never stopped.
| After making and eating dinner on
the bluff I walked a bit more along the beach to Alamere Falls
and almost set up camp at the top.
|| But I didn't. Instead I studied the map
and decided to sleep on a 480-
|| foot peak overlooking the ocean. Said
peak is south of the falls and
| west of Pelican Lake. By the
time I got to the top it was 6:15 pm, dark, and windy. I
climbed into my bivy and went to sleep. 2 hours later I
left. The wind had picked up and was flapping the bivy
fabric so much I couldn't sleep.
|| 2 hours later I moved again, seems the wind was
| At 10 am the next day I met Em somewhere on the
|| of Mesa Road, at a point further south than
indicated on the map.
|| We drove north to the Tomales Bay Oyster
|| had a jolly good time with the Chez Panisse
crew despite the rain.
Don't ask me why I didn't merge cells 5 and 6 along with cells 9, 10,
11 and 12. FrontPage freaked out when I tried to and screwed the
map up, and as you might imagine, I already have spent way too much time
on this silly page.
I think this qualifies as my first
successful solo backpacking trip. Although I missed Em (we were
apart for 21 hours) I enjoyed myself despite overcast and cold weather
and at night I wasn't afraid of being eaten by dingo's despite being
alone a peak rather than in the well populated Wildcat Camp. In
fact, I really enjoyed lying out at night watching the sky and listening
to the wind in the bivy. For me, being in closed off tent
amplifies irrational fears.
Because I enjoyed the bivy
experience so much, I was very sad to find significant condensation
inside the bivy in the morning, despite the top of the bivy being bone
dry. The condensation caused quite a bit of loss of loft of my
down quilt. Had this been a multiple day trip with no chance to
dry out the quilt I would have been screwed. But it wasn't so I
ambled south towards my ill defined rendezvous with Poobie. At one
point I found myself, quite unconsciously, punting along with my stick
in my right hand and my left hand in my pocket, as if I was out for
stroll. For some reason this pleased me to no end leaves us with a
nice mental picture for ending this narrative.
In retrospect the
story cannot end for while typing this at my kitchen table I have had an
epiphany. I now realize that during that brief moment I achieved a
Zen state of pure empty bliss. "Does even a dog have
Buddha-nature?" asked the student. Poobie smiled and softly
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