Down Day (0 miles) at Bullards Beach State Park (actual date Friday, 5/30/14)
Strange dreams last night. In one I was given a box filled with uncorked wine bottles. I had to figure out a way to get the box on my bike and was worried it wouldn’t fit. Someone offered to help me but instead just gave me two gift cards to places I don’t shop. Another dream stirred me enough to wake up. I grabbed my journal and wrote “Fibonacci’s Sequence, 01123581321345589.” Not sure what my subconscious was working on.
After six days of walking, my body definitely needed a break. So I slept late, until 7:00am, and took my first shower in a week. I can’t lie, I sort of enjoy not dealing with a daily shower. But having one available is too good to pass up. Fact is, I don’t stink. Not too bad anyhow. But my clothes, well, that’s another story. More than me, my clothes appreciated a thorough scrubbing in the shower. And by the time I was done with my body and my laundry, my feet were pickled.
My preference for this zero day would be to sleep all morning and afternoon, but I also want to do some painting and writing. And since I haven’t any driftwood for the painting part, I needed to take a 4-mile hike to the beach to round some up. For some reason, 4-miles sounds so far and I was not excited to get going. And when I did, my body moved significantly slower than usual.
While returning from the beach, I stopped at a sunny patch of grass and laid down to take an hour-long nap. I slept hard and woke up disoriented. You could have stolen my wallet and I’d have never known it. Yesterday at this time I was rationing water – one sip every thirty minutes. Today my belly was full of Oreos, my body is clean, and I am taking naps like a lazy house cat. It’s weird how so much can change in so little time.
I wake up occasionally to read a couple fellow MFA students’ work that I printed (or tore) out before leaving home. My pal Steph Kilen’s award-winning story, “Pie Girl“. And Crystal Bevers’ story, “Habits.” Both are fantastic reads.
Later I painted some art pieces before a couple of traveling cyclists joined me in the hiker/biker area. Paul and Courtney hailed from Toronto and had been heading south since Vancouver, BC on their way to San Francisco. When Paul pulled a flute out of his pannier and played some dreamy Asian music I got woozy and took another nap – three hours this time. I was putting this day to good use. I had planned to do some reading and writing but I could barely muster up enough energy to make lunch. I am so lucky I found a comfortable campsite to spend an extra day. By 7:30pm I was asleep for the night. Prepping the body for week #2, apparently.
Taking some time to smell the wild irises