We drove my beloved Mazda RX7 sports car, and dealt with its limited storage by putting a pack on the roof.
We slept in a small tent and cooked on picnic tables.
These days Kayla is wrapping her fantasies around another extended camping trip, but our current bodies suggest a pop-up trailer rather than a tent. The Rocky Mountains and southwest deserts are calling her. And as we look at the photos we took those 21 years ago something calls to me as well.
Curiously, at these same moments San Francisco Zen Center is reaching out to me, asking me to come and teach. Circles close and reopen. Or perhaps spirals are at work.