4.06.2009

Phoenix, AZ to Sedona, AZ to Boulder, CO

Hung out with Loving Hut folks in Phoenix. They had a soft opening of a new vegan restaurant. Helped out... mostly taste tests, curtains, deco, etc. Delicious food, even more delicious people.
 
difficult hitchhiking out of Phoenix. The bloody city. dropped bikes off with Brother Kanal, dad's buddy. he's worried about our safety. feel lots of love from these people. and don't worry. it's all okay. what happens, happens. life is life, death is death. the pain and suffering comes with all of it, regardless. the purpose of fear is to protect. and i choose not to live in fear. yes, i'm a lot more careful than i was when i first started my traveling journeys, but still fearless. but now with care. so please don't worry about me...
 
slept on the side of the interstate, behind a wall and below a flashing billboard of oprah and other brilliantly colored advertisements. small bushes and weeds thriving below a flashing sign. goats on the other side of the fence. dogs barking in the distance. a dull oceanic roar from the highway. a decent night's sleep, then on to the next day of thumbing, thumbing... quick hellos and goodbyes. much gratitude for all the kind smiles and loving hearts. people who take time out of their lives to stop and pick up two strangers on the roadside. what courage! (while in some other countries it's expected, in this country hitching is still so rare. i feel so blessed that Tank introduced me to it, then various people along my path helped me along in this form of careful yet fearless travel: Tommy, Evi, bfc kids...
 
we meet JP on our last hitch out of Phoenix. he's heading to Sedona! Sedona. small new agey town (getting yuck-touristy but still lovely) nestled into the majestic red rocks, brother rocks of Grand Canyon, Bryce Canyon, etc. JP is intrigued by our stories, and exchanges us a bag of groceries for a night of hanging out. Unfamiliar with camping out: cooking by fire, sleeping out, sleeping bag sleeping pad tarp set-up... first time sharing with someone pretty foreign to living as I do. a little annoyed that everyone seems to credit Daniel with our lifestyle, me as following him. yes, i hitchhike on my own, too. yes, i sleep out, too. actually, i was inspired daniel to live more of this lifeway. no, i'm not that afraid of being a solo woman traveler. yes, i do all of these things on my own. don't you dare belittle me for being a woman. maybe all these thoughts are just in my mind. maybe no one else is thinking this, but i'm just projecting it. but it bothers me, still.
 
daniel and I spend a week camped above the town of Sedona, in the wilderness area of the land. where it's okay to camp out,  make fires, etc. going down to town once a day for water. daniel got msg poisoning. accidentally purchased peanuts with msg inside. a whole night of puking and diarrhea, a whole day of rest and tense muscles.
 
wandering through the desert. javelina tracks, bunny poop, red rocks. blue sky, oceanic cars still in the distance, whooshing strong wind... kisses from afar. i see, hear, feel, smell, taste, am... yes
 
Porangui! dear friend, brother, fellow music-maker, dancer, lifelover, healer, and too much more. from wintercount. we stayed with him for two nights while prepping leaving Sedona. he came back into town as we were leaving town. right before bedding down in a clump of bushes outside of Safeway, i get a call from Porangui... then comes the "rescue team" (porangui and his brother Reed in their big Red Boofus!)... much love and thanks. porangui. he who walks the Beauty Way.
 
we thumb out of Sedona from the edge of town. within minutes, John picks us up. He's heading all the way up to North Dakota to "face the music" from an old DUI charge he ran away from. beautiful man, full of rich life experiences. changed from a "horrible crazy kid" to a calmer, wiser, older dude. full of love for God. fresh gratitude for Life. a family of drunks. been dry for 17 months, but it's difficult. "Every time I go home, they try to get me to drink..."
 
lots of time in the car, very little time outside. a puppy dog, Gretchen, howling and uncomfortable for the whole journey. our muscles sore and tense, ready for quality rest, we big John and Gretchen adieu a few miles outside of Boulder...
 
now we're here in Boulder for a few days doing odds and ends. cloudy weather. city yuck. BEAUTIFUL friends. Serge, Clay, Rose...