tripping

as we reach Astoria to join Route 101

the fog wraps itself around us

like a big soft blanket

cool on the cheeks

but wonderful

someone has built an elegant stack

on a roadside post

the midday sun has eaten the lovely fog

an abandoned sandcastle at driftwood beach

is our marking point

so we can find the trail out again

more fog

and the night time amusement

reconstructing the dress

that had been intended to stay in Montreal

but didn't

we're back in California now

dinner was dried salmon and bread

followed by peanut butter and buckwheat honey

eaten together with a small spoon

i have a passion for honey

and seek it out wherever i go

the buckwheat honey found at the Pike Street Markets

in Seattle

liquid gold but oh so dark...

the road-trip continues tomorrow

along the old route 1

by the coast

thirty four years since i was last on this road

unlike Montreal

it retains its magic

despite widened roads

and many more buildings than i remember...