Pick me up on your way South, I'll go with you.

Sounds like it's just what you need right now, Kimberly. But you'd better not post where you're going to be exactly or you'll end up with a lot of party crashers.

Jean

Kimberly,

I know this is your blog and your vacation, but you made my day. I'm so happy for you.

Cindy

My last official vacation was in 1994, daughter, son, friend and I went from Phoenix and stayed with a friend of a friend in southern Oregon, it was around the Medford area. We had never met the people that we stayed with for about a week, Phoenix was having a heat wave, I took off, a friend of mine who had died in the mid Eighties knew the the Oregon people, the man Frank Wise and Susan, several kids, he taught Greek and Latin Classics at Loyola University, married to a Japanese woman, had two daughters and a son. He was fired for growing very tall Hemp plants at his home, this was in New Orleans in the late Sixties. Frank WIse was on the cover of a Village Voice in handcuffs being led away from a Central Park happening in the SIxties. Alvin Perrie was arrested, was fired from the university, had to go to Man Power, a temporary labor place, made $60. a week which was low even in them times, he had wife and 3 children. Al was arrested for growing pot.

I think about Alvin often, he is one of the people that I want to meet up with again, he was the most intelligent human I had met, I learned a lot from him.

We stayed in Oregon in tents in the back, overgrown forest, yard, it was great, I saw stars for the first time in ages, we were there about a week then headed south towards the redwoods, it was the weekend that the string of pearl comets were due to crash into Saturn. Some thought that the world would end, I was just hoping.

When I saw the redwoods for the very first time, spent the night in Garberville, growing capital of California, during the day, the trees were so awesome, I stripped to nude and lay down in the large clover neath the trees, the sunlight was filtering through the leaves, it was beautiful, awesomely beautiful. Son Jon thought that he would play a trick and grabbed my clothes, pants with traveling bucks dropped out in clover in wallet and was lost in the thick clover.

Happy ending, found everything.

Van would not start, full size 1986 Dodge 3/4 ton, carpet in back and things we took.

Son and I walked 2.5 miles to call AAA for rescue, all small towns, the fresh air pumped us both up so we breezed the walk to the pay phone and then back.

That was my last vacation, it was a wonderful year, 1994.

I'll meet you there, will probably have Pam with me. Maybe Vicki too. She has mugs.

This vacation sounds like a fun thing. If I had the time or inclination, it sounds like something I would like to do too. I know I need a vacation as well.

Mind if I tag along too?????

Charles