Oh Heck, there’s more, plus a Moose on the Loose…

Despite the fact that my last entry was a mile long, there were some important Shipwreck moments that I left out:
*seeing multiple bald eagles
*also two shooting stars
*and that 11 year old “hot boy” named Tork who dressed better than any adult man I know and hung around the shows intimidating the other kids with phrases like, “I do not care to speak to you again.”
*oh, and that other boy, Owen, who basically ran a ferry between the floating dock and the shore at Trafton Lake. He’d get about seven adults piled on his weird homemade raft and cheerfully paddle us around. He’d call out to swimmer, “Hey, you wanna get on?”
*This old lady with an indeterminate accent who approaced Rachael and I and asked if we had “found any treasures?”
*and during Laura Viers show I sat with Flint and had a really nice talk about Anacortes and our mutual devotion to What the Heck.
George, here is a picture of the Grand Rapid dudes (standing in line for donuts):

And here is a shadow shot of Karl Blau:

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Moose is here now. There’s a Moooose, on the Loooose, full of Juuuuuice…. (That is part of a camp song. We worked at camp together oh-so-long-ago.) He is an amazing man. He has been on the road for almost a month, visiting friends, camping, going to music festivals, and doing rearch for his PhD. I am in awe of this. I love school, and I’m glad to finally feel settled in Portland, but Man! He seems so content, so present. I know that when I travel I feel that way too. He is able to let go and just let the world wash over him. And visiting so many people! It’s like he gets these little two day snapshots into people’s lives, but in such an intimate, special way. I am jealous. Moose told me I could ride shotgun the rest of the way, and I am pysically aching to do it. But it’s not the right time for me. Once I’m a teacher I’ll have my summers off to cruise and explore, and hopefully Moose’s invite will still stand.