Oregon

I am sitting in a very small coffee shop in the harbor of Brookings, OregAn. It is raining like crazy, and the locals are very happy about it. It has been a very dry summer, they say. I just spent two days on top of a beautiful mountain, way high, with views of the valley and the Chetco river, and the Pacific. The drive from Eugene on R-101 was magnificent: the steep walls that defend the land from the sea, and seals. Thousands of seals.

(The Pacific, coast of Oregon)

We left Eugene on Wednesday afternoon. I had my last appointment that day (everything great with the university.) We camped that night south of Florence, already in the coast. We ate mexican food in a very cozy joint, and lost 20$ in the casino (I was winning 80$ for a minute there...) The next day we had fun in the dunes.

(Dunes near Florence, OR)

Brookings is were Amy grew up. And it is here where her mom rests. Her ashes were spread to the wind and the river almost two years ago. Yesterday we drove up the Chetcho river to say hi to her. The sun was warm, the road was empty, and the river was the most beautiful and spiritual body of water i have ever been in.

Today, East to Ashland. Not saying goodbye to Oregon just yet...

(Chetco river, near Brookings)