Morning glass: Summer 2012 and early Autumn

I had an interesting summer dealing with some antibiotics at the start to help me lose a blastocystis with Alinia, 500mgs 2x, 15 days for anyone needing the right fix. After slowly climbing and monitoring my health throughout the time, as well as in the present, I understand completely the wealth of having "normal" health in a society run amock with every ingredient for a disaster. I wonder how so many get by these days, and honestly I don't know if they do when looking into the streets I walk. We all crave, and learn to crave inward where we find peace, listening on a new level to what the body desires for an easier, less futile passage through the unraveling path of life.

Heading north on the 8th of August to meet great friend Sam for some good times in the abundantly beautiful and towering Big Sur. I left on the 7th, heading out late to avoid LA traffic and making a swoop out east to pick up the original steering wheel for the 912. I met two nice young parents with a car under long term restoration with kids...i was happy with my purchase and sped off to Santa Barbara where I slept on the city street in the back of the Tacoma.

I woke up from all the noise in that town and headed out onto a two lane road leading to Santa Cruz. I slept in a vista area and felt the ground shake below me, thinking in my dreams that I was amazed how much the traffic moved the mountain while earthquakes were happening in socal. That day I met Jill and Joanna at Purple Moon in Cambria. We had a nice visit over some good eats. I got a tour of their places in Jill's sweet Westy. So much love between these two beautiful women! If you're in the area, look up Jill Knight and check her out on the town live....Amazing talents!

I met Sam around 5 at the natural preserve where she was doing her bat work. We had dinner at the camp and them headed out for the Henry Miller outdoor library where "Grandaddy" was playing a reunion show. The show was really nice, and most of the crowd had a show gaze, north west plaid, flannel vibe going with a hint of skater, surfer, and coming up in the 80's slant. It reminded me of college and a time of being free in such a beautiful landscape with interesting looking people all around. The next day we hiked around and hit a sweet cliff side restaurant for coffee drinks and lunch. Sam continued on with her research and I headed toward San Francisco to see Randy.

I met up with my cousin who is in mechanical engineering school at the moment, studying hard to get through the rigors. We had nice time out at a local pup for dinner and a beer. Randy and I had good conversations into the night about life, school, women, etc. and parted ways late into the night for deep sleep.

The next day was onto Oregon. I ended up getting stopped at 80 in a 55 and got the ticket too...ugh! And they don't allow for traffic school unless under 19 or over 65...unbelievable. I made it to the church before nightfall, moved out the storage containers, turned on the water and was off to bed after getting online and checking in.

I needed to get the tenants cast iron Kohler tub I carried from Oceanside in as soon as possible. I found myself dismantling lots of the bathroom, but enjoyed the wooded build out since it was easy to remove and replace the same panels. I had the tub in with in two days, and headed out to meet Mandy in Corvallis.

When she opened the door, I tried to excuse myself from the lovely woman opening the door. I thought she looked different for some reason in a good way, like too young and cute. She replied, she was Mandy in a charming way, so our journey began. I think I'll leave out lots of the fun times since they're better kept.

While in Oregon many things were happening in a continuum of meetings, familiar sights, feelings of freedom, a multitude of natural settings, clean crisp air, possibilities, and amazing friends. I saw gabriel play mundo, met some interesting people working with permaculture and communal living, and had the treat of hosting Suze and Klem for a night in the micro house. We had some wine and listened to confessions while sitting in the downstairs under candle light. In the morning we headed for panini after a little tour by way of the glassy bay road full of wild life, forgotten marinas, backwoods watering holes, and estuaries of cat tails.

Mandy and I reconnected at her pad and headed out to Cougar for a soak that day while travelling in her jeep out some scenic white rapid river front roads through the forests and fields. We arrived back in Eugene by 10pm for the City Celebration, which turned out to be a group called Zeperella, comprised of some sexy woman ripping out Zeplin's best. We ventured into a modern/industrial styled restaurant for nicoise salad and mac n cheese.

I began my trek home from Mandy's on Sunday after feeling like such wonderful times had been had on many levels.

Since getting back, I've been doing contract work for a handful of companies around San Diego North County and one in Orange County. I'm also working on finishing the restoration of the '66 912. I'm just about to begin assembling, which is a sign of seeing progress come to life in an old spirit. I love going through this process when the weather is getting cooler. It always feels like new life is being breathed into the earth when the leaves go fallow. I think this is my favorite time in Oregon since the rains haven't made it overhead, without a few handshakes.

I ended up putting a new engine in Bessie and driving her out to Escondido for a night of Elliot Cowan and plant spirit medicine talks around a ritualistic fire circle with offerings. It felt good to see Misha, and share some respect to the planet and it's many gifts. I drove off into the dark with this new engine hoping everything was set right.

Bessie went up for sale and sold the next day. There were people trying to outbid the local buyer, but they were in the UK and looking for a flip. I had zero interest and felt more like I was toying just to see, since i knew the markup is nearly double at this time.

Grab your bus sooner than later. I'm surprised no one can make a barebone one similar for cheaper than the present competition. It's a shame that everything is so expensive these days. Gas is nearly five dollars.

Glass has been hot, super hot with the weather, but I'm noticing some relaxation and understanding I haven't felt in a long time. I've always felt a deep connection to the glass and like to think of it as a teacher in many ways. I miss the glass and all its possibilities. Now is one of my chances to try some new things...for some reason there is a strange tug at me that feels like Oregon is the place to go for glass. It is so much less expensive to live there and do glass. Soon.

Photos of the times....