Through valleys of vineyards to the Californian coast, where the sea had been shrouded with a billowing blanket of cloud. Through giant Redwoods, along darkened forest corridors in which the air is guarded by trees and remains silent and still. Above the roaring waves of the pacific, on hillsides void of anything but dry grass [...]

Today I sat on top of Tallowbox Mountain, watching the sun set over the Siskiyou mountains, and the Harvest moon rise almost as bright, over the first flickers of street lights in Medford more than fifteen miles away and a couple of thousand feet below me. I was with people I had met only hours [...]