Flee to the wilderness. The one within, if you can find it. ~ Utah Phillips
Our weekend was spent camping oceanside in our '78 VW bus, Gypsy. I eagerly explored starfish laden tide pools, my navy blue converse wading through saltwater and sand. There was stargazing through giant sycamore trees, frog music, mosquito bite scratching and a vociferous rooster crowing in the distance; all the live long day. There was surfing for Bud, journal writing and Rilke for me and fluffy quilts and pillows from which Rave did not want to stir. My restless heart is full and satisfied.
