2003-01-20 || 1:32 p.m.

|| the lagoon ||

so that i won't forget: driving and driving along the most beautiful road ever, full of talk of killer whales and great white sharks and horses and lighthouses; parkas and sweaters and packs filled with fancy bread and beans and can opener and propane; forging paths in sand dunes and analyzing footprints for wild cats and pirates; sighting the pacific ocean while scraping ankles on rocks and spiny branches; constructing a hide-out between a grassy sand dune and log, making shelves out of driftwood and rope, cooking beans and cutting bread with a sizeable amount of sand; log as table complete with place mat and friendly sea gull; washing the pots out in the surf with sand and sea water; bundling up under sleeping bags to watch the sun dip dangerously low to the horizon; haunted fog rolling in as we make our way past rising tide, past bloated lagoon; driftwood and sea gull carcasses and sand dollars; walking single-file along the trail leading back to the main road in dark, the bushes and hills taking on haunty shapes and movements.

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