paradise america

Wow. I'm just going to say it. Wow. There. I said it again.

After a beautiful night in Chico at Cafe Flo, where the cafe proprietors were incredibly generous, the music was fun, and the crowd was so supportive i felt like my feet hardly touched the ground, we woke up in Weezie's house (who I never met, but thanks Weezie!) to a steady stream of beautiful Chicoan visitors, bringing bread, pie, massage tables, orange juice and big big smiles. What a lovely bunch. Let's just say, i dug that place.

So then we packed up the car, which i'm not exactly getting sick of because we'll be doing it every day for 3 more weeks, but I'm not finding it as exciting as the first time we did, used a shoe horn to pop sophie and myself into the back seat and barrelled up the highway with M.W. at the wheel, singing songs like "trickle trickle trickle" when we all needed to go to the bathroom.

We made it to Eugene Oregon some 8 hours later - dusty (that'd be the wrong turn we took down the dirt road), tired (that'd be the feeling of doing nothing for so long), and happy (that'd be due to the most beautiful changing landscape I've seen in a long time). We drove through a mountain range I can't pronounce and Soph was really excited to see snow on the peaks, although initially there was some question as to whether it was snow, or something akin to crop circles.... We crossed rivers and slugged up the sides of hills, flung ourselves down steep slopes and stopped at a gas station where i made the unfortunate decision to have lunch at the "deli". I'll just say: bad. Marinated mushrooms from gas station deli = not so good. They looked for all the world like wrinkled goat scrotum and I'd place a bet they tasted similar.

Back to eugene... Sam and Mel took us to stay with their gorgeous friend Elaine, who has the lushest house and nicest friends ever! We had a big vegan feast with her dinner party, and then, wait for it, chilled out in the backyard spa under the stars until it was time to crawl into bed and wait for the sun to wriggle it's way through the trees into our window and wake us up for today's journey: the trip to M.W.'s yert on Widdby Island (forgive the spelling). And now, it's coffee time.

Signing off in a state of Wowness,

Rollin' Rosie