june 1, 2009
san francisco to battle mountain, nv



i felt like cinderella standing at the window this morning
waiting to be collected in the big silver pumpkin.
the sprinter is packed to the max, to within an inch of its life
and we are off to see the wizard of Flin Flon, deep into Canada.
we'll be a month on the road.

storms raged through nevada and my co-pilot is fighting the tail end of an illness.
so we forwent camping on Night One. instead we ate barbeque in Winnemucca (when we googled "health food", the Subway sandwich shop was identified. get where we are?) and scored a motel room in Battle Mountain.
our honda broke down here three years ago and we had to get on a Greyhound bus at 2 a.m. which was like suddenly becoming a citizen of a foriegn country.
returning now feels like an important healing ritual. in a way.