Dragon breaks quarantine, seeks intimacy. (Photo: snake eating a fish, Smith River, California)
Today! said the Dragon to their self
I will reinvent my life!
No more will I scorch ponds with baby ducks
(Although the smell of instant barbecue is heavenly, and softens the wrath of gods)
No more flying low over fields
torching barns
Taking delight as ripe maidens
run screaming to the river
No more nursing ancient griefs
No suckling at the teat of slights
souring from the dawn of time
No more pursuing
a fat and wiggly scaly grub
only to realize
it is the nub of my own tail
I’ve chased lo these many years
No!
Today I go forth!
Warty chin up
I will fly to my own Cheer’s bar
They will shout when I enter
And by Satan’s armpit
They will remember my name!
I will sip a machiatto latte hot and steamy
Hum along as they sing songs of fire and ice
Laugh at their jokes, tip big and slowly wink
If the courtship sparks and of course it must
for it's the first in a millennium
we will fly pinwheeling home
And crawl into the lair
together
Into the damp depths
where love still yearns
I will bestow the touch, the cuddle
Yea, even my dragon lips
will know the bliss
(of which I’ve only heard tales)
My breath will join theirs
and our glow will spread from our hearts
and be visible to the Heavens
We will ignite as one
Hobie towing kayak on Emigrant Lake, Southern Oregon
10 sec video. Breezy day at Emigrant Lake in Oregon. I was sailing my Hobie (Adventure Island named Satan's Mojo) and John had his kayak and we decided to test a tow. Works well. The design of his home built Pygmy kayak (voted best wooden kayak kit) helped the easy tracking. Vid shot with Olympus (Tough-850) camera.
Mulege and Bahia De Concepcion
The Mulege river near the mission makes Mulege Mexico a beautiful place, an oasis of date palms. But it also floods with some frequency washing out houses and bridges.
Aging boat in museum courtyard, Mulege.
I stayed at Las Casitas in Mulege and would recommend it--it was about $25 a night. I visited the museum which is a former prison. But mainly my intention was to take the Hobie sailing in the Bahia Concepcion, about 20 miles south of Mulege. Various campsites in and around Coyote Bay. Little islands just off shore. Warm water. I went for it.
These places by the water and close to the main road are heavily visited and perhaps over loved by RV folks and ramblers like me (and for good reasons). Timing a visit: Dec.-March are the peak times for these campsites filling up. The weather varies throughout the year. I visited in November as I wanted warm water and mild temperatures without the intense heat/humidity and storms that I heard can happen June-to early Oct. I hear that spring is a great time to visit too. The desert and the water has its wonders and beauties anytime of year.
To see more photos from my Baja road trip, including Bahia de Concepcion, visit my gallery located here: http://www.keithhenty.com/p546377924
South into Baja, Van Camping, Hobie Adventure Island Sailing
Bahia De Los Angeles, early morning fishermen...in panga
Mex diary part 1: I rented out my house in Ashland Oregon, (Nov. 1 to March 11) and left Ashland Nov. 2 on a solo journey south in the Chevy van with Hobie sailing kayak, surfboards, bike and camping gear. Plan was to go surfing/sailing and explore slowly down the Baja peninsula, and best of all: sweetheart Eve would fly down to Cabo San Lucas end of December where I would meet her for 2 weeks.
First night camped near Los Banos, CA. After hellish drive through LA, I camped in Potrero County Park east of San Diego.
Crossed into Mexico on Nov 4, at Tecate as planned. Border crossing easy—no cars in front of me; they just waved me to come across the big speed bumps and I was through. Then I parked and walked back to the office to get my tourist card.
See photo gallery of trip so far: http://www.keithhenty.com/p546377924
My camping stops since then have been San Felipe,
San Felipe, Baja norte
Gonzaga Bay
Road to Coco's Corner...and Coco. And his bizarre panty collection.
Bahia de los Angeles
Next--on to Mulege
Happiness is. With Angela. Smith River CA, and the Cron Zinnia Patch
Messing with the time-space continuum as I awaken this blog and add photos and info that are not...linear. In other words...this isn't now, but it is a good memory.
Traveling with my daughter, Angela.
When driving on 199 from Oregon to Crescent City, CA, Angela and I like to stop at Patrick's Creek, where it runs into the Smith River. The campground was closed in March, but we walked down to the picnic area and to the Smith River. In this spot the river is shallow and very clear and clean, offset by the moss and dark roots of the trees.
Below: Angela with an armful, coming out of the zinnia patch...at the Sweet Cron farm near Kerby, Oregon.
