Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by
A friend had been researching possible quiet and uncrowded woodland hikes in the general Eureka area. He shared one of his finds with me, a trail along the Elk River. Events were such that I was able to go there first.
Once there I discovered there were two established trails. One was paved, wide, and flat. The other was none of those and looked far more interesting. So that’s the one I chose, of course. And though there were a couple of hills that had me panting I was happy with my choice.
I continue to be amazed at peoples' willingness to live cheek-by-jowel. They seem impervious to, even to *enjoy* the noise...as if it imbues excitement.
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Pastoral and/or sustainable nomadicism seem ideal.
Kristen is spending a week on Balboa Isle. For a look at the way other folks (in the hood) live:
http://www.bcre.com/most-expensive-newport-coast-homes.php#:~:text=The%20Pelican%20Hill%2C%20Pelican%20Crest,24%20hour%20guard%20gated%20communities.
Absolutely outstanding. I have been a long reader of your posts. I generally never comment on any post anywhere. To comment disturbs my peace. However this piece you've written reminded me why I hit the road in 2017. I'm not on the road anymore for a variety of reasons but I miss it all the same. Thank you for sharing.
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