Back in Eugene for a few nights, still carrying parts of Mt. Hood with me.
I wake up and look out my window to a totally different scenery. The sounds are different. I want to whack the weed whacker. I miss peeking out my window and the comfort of seeing Jan's trailer next to me, Everett across from me. I still have the vision of their presence. I feel turned around and disoriented as my bed faces a new direction. This is what comes from being so long in one location.
I am also anxious to get back on the road. I have taken care of the mundane business of replenishing supplies, getting mail, visiting the bank. All is falling into place for the next journey down the road and I am eager to step onto the path.