44 wishes, water, wind, sky and stars (falling)
Thursday - drove 13 hours to Seattle. I tried to rescue a dog stranded on a dirt median on I-5, ping ponging back and forth between the wall of rushing metal coming from both sides. Pulled over at exactly the same time someone did from the southbound lane, and between the two of us the dog made a dash right past the open door of my car across 4 lanes of northbound I-5 traffic, and I thought I'd caused a 20 car pile up, until he made it and leapt over a fence to safety. If someone owns a beautiful black lab who is restless outside of Redding, California... You need a taller fence. Rolled in too late and too tired and under the light pollution of Seattle so I missed the Perseid meteor shower at its peak for the first time in six years.
Friday - drove 3 hours and caught a ferry to Port Angeles. We were supposed to be crashing at someone's lake house, but around midnight our convoy of vehicles found out that on this night it wasn't an option so we were going to camp in someone's yard. This sounded fairly weak at 1 am, until we pulled in and saw the backyard overlooked the ocean and you could see Vancouver Island from it. I slept with my head sticking out of a pup tent, looking up at the sky watching falling stars, the remnants of the Persied meteor shower which had peaked the night before, and if I looked upward I could see the lights away across the water.
Saturday - we reached the private lake and swam and boated and jet skied and threw each other into the water and did stupid flips and wheelchair raced and threw beer cans at each others' heads and I showed a kid a school of fish and a nest of baby birds and this kid was great, earnestly curious about everything and if he asked you a really big simple question and you answered he'd listen, and his dad's a diver so he was paddling around doing his best mini Jacques Cousteau so we bonded and I taught him how a scraped knee isn't worth getting upset about and I think he actually really got what I meant. It was my older sister's birthday and her friend Steve's, and I thank them for the hospitality at his parent's place. I am always happy when I have water and stars so this was a long overdue accidental vacation.
Sunday - ferry back. Zoned out, none us really able to make conversation. Between the three random people who rode in my car, the only song in my collection of albums we could all agree on loving was "Float On" by Modest Mouse so we played it and sang along way more times than necessary.
Nick played a show in Chicago with Modest Mouse. He's back and we'll do some business stuff for a few days before he goes off again for Death Cab matters.
Tomorrow I decide if I'm shooting in Portland on film or DV. Then off to Portland for awhile.
I need sleep something fierce.
Friday - drove 3 hours and caught a ferry to Port Angeles. We were supposed to be crashing at someone's lake house, but around midnight our convoy of vehicles found out that on this night it wasn't an option so we were going to camp in someone's yard. This sounded fairly weak at 1 am, until we pulled in and saw the backyard overlooked the ocean and you could see Vancouver Island from it. I slept with my head sticking out of a pup tent, looking up at the sky watching falling stars, the remnants of the Persied meteor shower which had peaked the night before, and if I looked upward I could see the lights away across the water.
Saturday - we reached the private lake and swam and boated and jet skied and threw each other into the water and did stupid flips and wheelchair raced and threw beer cans at each others' heads and I showed a kid a school of fish and a nest of baby birds and this kid was great, earnestly curious about everything and if he asked you a really big simple question and you answered he'd listen, and his dad's a diver so he was paddling around doing his best mini Jacques Cousteau so we bonded and I taught him how a scraped knee isn't worth getting upset about and I think he actually really got what I meant. It was my older sister's birthday and her friend Steve's, and I thank them for the hospitality at his parent's place. I am always happy when I have water and stars so this was a long overdue accidental vacation.
Sunday - ferry back. Zoned out, none us really able to make conversation. Between the three random people who rode in my car, the only song in my collection of albums we could all agree on loving was "Float On" by Modest Mouse so we played it and sang along way more times than necessary.
Nick played a show in Chicago with Modest Mouse. He's back and we'll do some business stuff for a few days before he goes off again for Death Cab matters.
Tomorrow I decide if I'm shooting in Portland on film or DV. Then off to Portland for awhile.
I need sleep something fierce.
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