I was sitting atop the car. After I slid down the back window of Carl's increasingly dirty Jeep (on which I had just spilled pinto bean juice) a jolly fellow with a camera approached me and shook my hand. He asked my name, and said he had just taken a photograph of me eating atop the car; he worked for the Tribune ;)

At first, I thought to myself that I had not given him approval to paparazzi me, but I let it slide this time. 

I didn't quite know how to explain why I was, in fact, sitting atop the car in Lewiston, Idaho. I told him who we were, where we were off to, and sort of, what we were doing. I said my named was Ginger Bones, from Minneapolis, MN and my pal and I were off on some sort of grand adventure, and it was spectacular. 

I was eating pinto beans, quinoa, avocado, and chips. Of course chips, always chips. We are Children of the Chip. The homemade salsa from Slinger's mama had been consumed long before Idaho. Num.

Atop the car, it seemed like a nice place to sit. Facing traffic, respecting the boundaries of the restaurant that Carlisle was working in, up high enough to get a nice view of Idaho's natural and town wonders. 

I was just now gathering some clothes to change into from the car, and saw a handsome lad sitting atop his car. He was eating something...he looked pleased with his breakfast spot. I smiled to myself (because that is better than frowning at yourself)

It must be freedom to sit atop a car...

We're at "THE FOOD COOP" in Port Townsend ~ where Townshend's LOVE Kombucha flows plentifully and the tomatoes are humongous, mutant, and 50% off.

This is the first day on which I feel out of whack~~like the teeny tiny routine back home that I occasionally complete all components of, is not working out well on the road. Even such things as showers and washing your face (or dishes) get thrown by the wayside. But I won't bore you with those details...

Apart from hygiene difficulties, there are drastic climate changes and elevation rollercoasters. We're moving quickly, but are beauty sauntering at the same time. It's a beautiful process, but today, I just feel scattered.

emotionally, physically and musically.  

Little bits of my heart (awww, what a cute phrase) stay with the people we have met and lived with for anywhere between the span of 1 and 43 hours. 

Regrets are few and far betwixt and between, these minuscule worries about the past are replaced with declarations of hope for the future, and most importantly, the return to the present moment.

Physically; weather, dirt, rich combinations of charitable food, stress, and poor sleep patterns combine to take hold of our health~ coughs, snifflies, pimplies, headaches, tummy rumbles, toots...and homesickness.

Musically, I've entered the strange, unanswerable question world of 

WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE ?

WHAT ARE ALL THESE VOLCANOES AND WILL THEY EXPLODE WHILE I'M IN WASHINGTON ?

WHAT DO I REALLY WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY ?

ARE MY PRAYERS WORKING ?

ARE THOSE SEAGULLS LAUGHING AT ME ?

Do they like me? Will they like my music?

IS THAT REALLY WHAT MATTERS THE MOST?

Welcome to the Road Life of The Hat and the Hare

It's gettin' weirder by the day.

 

-GB

(PS special thank you to Clayton for confirming that the usage "atop the car" acts as a proposition and not an adverb. Otherwise this entire blog post would have been grammatically incorrect). 

 

 

 Here is what we call a selfie; clearly just glowing after spending the night under the full moon in a dewy, grassy field by the Pacific ocean...before going into town and realizing that mirrors are cruel creatures. 

Here is what we call a selfie; clearly just glowing after spending the night under the full moon in a dewy, grassy field by the Pacific ocean...before going into town and realizing that mirrors are cruel creatures.