To the Lighthouse

The most physically exhausting part of the trip (the bike ride through the mountains) is over now. It was emotionally draining too. My friend, Bean says our emotions are stored in our muscles, that's why so many people like to do Yoga to stretch them all out. Okay. Maybe so. It is true that the toxins we put into our bodies get trapped in our tissues and excercise, massage, sex, etc releases them. So if both are true, this last week must've been my Three Mile Island.


I am in Seaside, now, trying to take it easy for a change. I'm on my way out to a place called Tillamook Head. There's an off-shore lighthouse called "Terrible Tilly" sorta like Alcatraz, but not really. There's also Cannon Beach and Haystack Rock, the famous places photographed so much and used in so many advertisements. It's raining out, so I'm sorta waylayed, anyway.

Here are some interesting things I discovered so far:

The LED bike headlight clips right onto the collar of my tshirt just under my chin for hands-free night vision. It also clips on my belt, if I am working on something in my lap, carving a wooden spoon, for example.
It can be dropped into the nalgene water bottle for cool blue lantern.
When it's on strobe and spun like a top, impromptu dance party of one.

Hyper Light can sing.
There are no end caps on the handlebars so when the wind hits it just right, the whole bike resonates, like when you blow over the top of a beer bottle but neater.

If you can see St Helen, she can see you. You are probably standing too close. Same goes for Mt Hood, Mt Baker, Mt Adams, Mt Rainier, and all the other dormant time-bombs.

My camera is not so good. To upload photos (when I have them) I first have to install the software. Since none of these computers I am using belong to me, I can not do this. Anyway, the batteries are already dead
so I lost all of the photos I took yesterday of the logging trails where they
deflorate the mountain in a way so horrifying, it is almost beautiful.

If you find a piece of drift wood covered in pitch with iron nails sticking out of it, it's probably from a long ago shipwreck. If you put this piece of wood in your fire, something is about to explode.