Many wonders that have come to feel like home

3/22/10-4/14/10

AZ: Wendon to Tucson

Many wonders that have come to feel like home

3/22

With my shoe as a pillow, lying in a shallow wash, I observed the many shooting stars I'd have missed if I'd been anywhere else in the world last night. Come to think of it, on any given night I spend under a roof, I miss the many wonders of the evening that have come to feel like home more than any house ever has. We spent the night in a town called Wendon, which, for whatever reason, tugs at my heartstrings.

Coming to curve in the road at the end of the day, a perfect moment overtook me. I wanted to capture it in words, but some moments are meant to be emblazoned in our minds yet incommunicable to others. These are the moments that belong solely to us, or something like that. All I can put to words at this point is this: the purple twilight conquered the last hanging strip of yellow in the sky as a bush full of grackles screamed their joyous song, and the dusty town now behind us winked goodnight as we went to look for camp. What a luscious evening.

3/23

On my way to find more of those perfect moments, George and our new friend Javier pulled up in a vehicle and scared me as I approached the town's only market. Whisking us away at speeds now unfathomable, Javier had a grand plan to keep us cool in the desert heat. Lake Havasu, which rests at the border or Arizona and California, was our day's destination. Colin and I ended up being the only ones to swim, but I think we all had a great time anyhow.

Javi took care of me and Colin, though George sat this one out and I ended up drinking Colin's afterall...

Later in the evening, we sat down for a cozy evening in a bookstore and Javi and I discussed our various wanderlusts. We even spent the night in a hotel! How novel!

3/27

We ravage dumpsters in the morning and sleep in fields of quail at night.

Hassayampa river preserve, our home for an evening.

Everything is perfect, though I'm continually reminded that I have much to learn about life and love; in every moment there is a choice to hold on or let go, to bend or to stiffen, to scrutinize or let it be. Life at present is the new standard for future experiences in some ways.

3/29

It's Monday, though that has a drastically different meaning for the structure of my day than it has for most. We arrived in the Phoenix area Saturday, Peoria to be exact. It's been a most welcome stint of domestic living, staying with Brooke and Mike and their 6 year old daughter Olivia. Reconnecting with loved ones over spans of time and distance, I feel ambivalent about communication by networks of signals and invisible forces carrying messages at speeds not humanly possible. Contact is a joy, and yes a responsibility, as is journaling, or for that matter anything that pulls me even momentarily away from life as an in-the-moment practice. Though I've never been one to chat leisurely on the phone, I have now an even greater appreciation for the scarcity of telephone conversation, which is down to about 15 minutes a month (!!) For the past couple of weeks, life has been simple. The road provides. 400 miles have passed under my feet, and never have I been for want, though I spend my last dollar more than a month ago. I still have a way to go in terms of handling the difficult without complaint, but I'm learning.

Today, I sit at the base of a monumental rock formation in Sedona. My legs are red with dust and the morning sunshine dispels the lingering sleepiness of my 5am rising. Blisters prevented me from doing the hike that everyone else got to do, but I used the time to journal and almost finish reading 2001 Space Oddyssey.

4/1

For the first time in 13 years, I sit in the waiting room of a dentist's office. Yesterday morning while eating breakfast, The damn tooth that's been the hell of my life for 6 months finally broke in half and fell out. Well, half of it fell out. Javi had offered to help me have it fixed, but I hesitate to take people up on such monumental offers of kindness. I suppose something catastrophic had to happen to motivate me to get this tooth taken care of, so it's finally coming out of my face and I'm glad to see it go.

Sitting under a warm, bright light and the scrutiny of the dentist and assistant, I felt vaguely like a lizard in a terrarium. Though I could feel no pain, the sheer pressure of the tugging and pushing lets you know something very violent is happening to your face. This was stressful, as your face is not meant to undergo this type of violence. After about an hour, the top left molar was finally out, much larger than I ever would have imagined. Yay!

I was about to walk out of Phoenix, not having found anything that interested me terribly, when I saw a sign for vegan donuts. I hesitated, knowing that I had no money and was inevitably going to want donuts, but I figured, well where there are vegan donuts there are usually cool people. Sure enough, I stumbled upon Conspire Cafe, and Lauren Farrah, a good friend of many good friends in Monterey's Food not Bombs crew.

4/2

Sitting at Conspire Cafe, reading Traveling America Broke, I accidentally met its author, Joey Grether. I'd actually met him yesterday not knowing he was the mastermind behind this testament to living on the move and in debauchery. He and I can agree on one thing (and probably many others:) The Universe Provides. It's clear that this place and the people who congregate here are the saving grace of this city. Contemplating life over a donated bottomless cup of coffee, I'm surrounded by the "my people" of Phoenix, who are busying themselves with my kind of things.

I was going to move on right out of town, but got convinced by many a kindred soul to stay for this going-to-be-epic-weekend, so I did.

I ventured out to First Friday, the art happening that's once a month. Walking toward the cafe, all I cold see were colorful lights and swarms of people. I'd stolen--I mean found... an orange vinyl sign from a construction fixture and fashioned a "Walking Across America" sign. Soon I set out to prowl the art galleries, maneuvering through the dense crowds that had accumulated to appreciate the gifts of locals.

The sign attracted almost more attention than I could handle, and I met some life-changing people. One of them offered me a place to sleep within 5 minutes of meeting me, and I got to snuggle with a doggy and a kitty while sleeping.

4/3

I'm so glad I decided to stay! I woke up relatively early and migrated to the cafe. I ran into the cycling couple I had met last night (Awesome folks who are riding across the country right now.) We talked for quite awhile and I fell so in love with them. You can read about their travels here:

www.nobaddaysfordays.blogspot.com

www.weareallsosmall.blogspot.com

We also met a local artist who was very supportive of our travels and sent us off with genuine encouragement. The really really free market was this morning, one of my primary motivations for staying. Not that I need to accumulate more stuff...We filled the day with subsequent visits to the lot of free goods, acquiring the components for the most ridiculous outfits we could put together.

4/10

Only a day away from Tucson now, the week has flown by smoothly. Already missing the lively friends I made in Phoenix, I look forward to lowering my sails at the next welcoming port. Sitting outside Circle K on a pile of rocks, I'm thinking of how full of rocks my life has been recently. Maybe I notice only because my feet have been rendered useless and shredded beyond recognition. The donuts we scavenged are about more than I can handle, so I have no trouble remembering never to worry for provisions.

Since leaving Phoenix, we've made about an average of 15 miles a day, my favorite places being Picacho Peak and Marana. I tumbled into the Chevron parking lot in Picacho, under a barbed wire fence at which I was swearing profusely. I can say with full confidence that I did not handle this day with any grace whatsoever. Without much water on underestimated miles, I felt every circumstance to be ultimately and personally punishing. Maybe if not for this, I wouldn't have fallen so much into loving appreciation for the deep, tree enshrouded wash that gave me warm and sandy shelter when the cruel sun set. The train passed a couple times an hour, extremely loud but surprisingly comforting. Mice carried on their business, not bothered by my very near presence. In Marana, we slept beside an open field, against a fence behind a pizza shop whose dumpster was noteworthily not prolific. Another dusty little town, home to little houses with clotheslines and packs of dogs for pets.

4/13

TUCSON!!

Epic cafe: a place much like any other where people come to babble their profound insights, or sit patiently waiting for one to come along.

My new friend, Chris, babbling something not quite profound or insightful ;)

I knew this was going to be my cafe as soon as I saw the name. Afterall, I've adopted this superlative, not so modestly, for all of my recent undertakings. I'm thrown back in time, back in Big Sur with Joshua and Ruth in the volvo, careening through the redwoods when "Where is My Mind," by the Pixies, comes on. I'm comfortable at my table, sitting next to the spirit of a former fellow patron whose table is still reserved for him long after he's left the physical realm. It's nice to have a home for a few days, and the prospect of resting makes me feel a little normal again.

4th Avenue is everything it promised to be. The sidewalks are graced with bicycle art such as garbage cans made of salvaged forks, faux parking meter bike racks, and lots of traveler types roaming around. Bikes speed by more frequently than cars, carrying people of all types.

4/13

I met a fellow who is walking the Continental Divide Trail in a couple of weeks, which trumps my walk by terrain anyhow. He let us stay in his back yard, and gave us a grand tour of the Dunbar Springs neighborhood.

We explored the community garden, whose gate boasted flowers fashioned from bike pedals

and whose garbage can displayed my FAVORITE passage from The Lorax:

"But now", says the Once-ler, "Now that you're here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better.  Its not.

We then looked at a cyclist memorial built completely from bike parts and made to look like a little chapel.

Our exploration was concluded with one of the best bike co-ops I've seen in the country. The building itself housed artist lofts above, and the co-op, Bicas, below. Some creative features included a bike purgatory, a wall of forks, and a bike art nook. 

Later on, in my new dress (Chris gifted me a new dress that I found at Goodwill, more lightweight than my previous one, so I now have a new every day only article of clothing.) we went on an excursion to the Saguaro National Forest, of unimaginable beauty. A short hike to a rocky vantage point gave my legs a refreshing challenge. I never could have imagined cacti could form a forest, but a I stood in amazement, all I could see were the spiny figures populating the mountainside. Who knew!

4/14

The day started off the way any day should: I found 2 oreos (which are vegan, by the way) in a smashed pile of them in a back alley.

Walking around at sunrise!

When I got to the coffee shop I saw a man throw away half of his bagel because it fell on the floor. That makes me sad. There are people who survive on other people's wasted food, which is often the case for myself. But in a few minutes, I made a friend and was given some couscous that would have otherwise been discarded. Oh happy day!

It's Wednesday and every day in Tucson gets better. I finally found a Food not Bombs friend, and got to check out the Earth First journal house that they work from. I soon had the fortune of a nap in a hammock today, and it wouldn't have been so had I not met this monumental Sasha. What a magnificent person! I'll not soon forget him, or his sneaky goats who we had to coax back into their pens when they knocked down the barricade keeping them in. In two days I will continue to walk, though I feel the inevitable pull of a place whose people come to be loved ones.

And the many wonders that have come to feel like home.

Over and Out.

Love,

Shay

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Love, Shay