“All men are Brothers, we like to say, half-wishing sometimes in secret it were not true. But perhaps it is true. And is the evolutionary line from protozoan to Spinoza any less certain? That also maybe be true. We are obliged, therefore, to spread the news, painful and bitter though it maybe be for some to hear, that all Living things on Earth are kindred” ~ Edward Abbey “Desert Solitaire”

It was not far after leaving Red Bluff, mind and soul and body rested, that I knew we were in for a treat riding Highway 36. Change of stage from these past days, weeks I should say. Rolling hills, sinuous curves up and down as a gentle roller coaster lined with welcoming shady trees and grass and green and yellow. The curves are marked 25 to 35 mph and they do mean that speed for this hard working gal "Old Faithful". From what I have heard this is the kind part. There will be some major maze of hair pin turns and elevations changes. This is beautiful country, I know at times the roads and cities leading to a desired space have a bearing on me, today there is a smile on and hope in my heart.

We stopped a couple times, let the arms take a rest from a road curving increasingly by the mile as the signs "road narrows" kept appearing in my line of vision, so was the dead deer and the dead hog surrounded by the ever present flies and buzzards. Spirit always happy to ride, to stop, happy to have a drink of water, a treat, it’s my job…never questioning our Journey, the ultimate being in the now. A cloud cover has now formed in the sky. Around noon I am wondering if we will land on the beach today, we still need to stop for provisions probably in Fortuna. We don’t need much as we are moving on without refrigeration.

I smelled it before I saw it. The fog was rolling in on Matolle rd off 101 through Ferndale and then on Petrolia. Even though filled with an instant anxiety, I took the time to stop at the local store. We will not starve, they are well stocked. Another 3 miles or so on Lighthouse Rd and suddenly muffled through my ear plugs I could hear, I could also see this so vast Ocean as maybe I thought it could have moved and left vacant for what I came to seek for.

Over the last dune, stepping as baby steps on this foreign sand the beach in it’s entirety opened up and threw me on my knees as the fury of the sound of the waves and the sun as on cue stepping down from the clouds. I cried like a child and let go of what I never thought was still within me.

I suddenly knew what I came for, why I came for. This is the Ocean Lance and I together in years past came to, always mesmerized quietly as no words often not needed enjoyed and experienced together so many times. We so much looked in it’s distant space as now looking back on time I know he knew his stage would be on the horizon so far we would be apart.

The pull toward this space from the moment we left The Oasis was and has been consuming me as never a destination has. I followed the road, we put on the miles so much yet discovering other stages I know we will go back to as I also now know why we did not live on the road as in past times, but instead traveled as never needed before. All is calm now, we are here. There is nowhere else to go in my mind but only stay here and be with him as his presence is so much felt in each break of each wave which has traveled from that unseen horizon. The mountains, the familiar red rocks, the valleys and all in between, nothing suddenly compares to this Ocean, flat and gigantic in it’s more ways than I can describe, relentless never stopping to speak her language I had forgotten.

Be well, it is your choice.

Ara & Spirit

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