Forgot to mention: last night at the slide show, a tall young man came up and said “I’m Caleb.” Turns out his photo is in our book Home Work, at about age 6, living with his folks and sister on a beach in NorCal, in a driftwood house. His mom, Karen Knoebber was there also; I’d corresponded with her when we did their story, but had never met her. Caleb’s become a builder.
Right now am in Moody’s excellent coffee bar in Mendocino, good wi-fi, checking mail and getting ready to drive 3 hours north to Arcata for tonight’s event. I treasure 2 ingredients while traveling: barista-level espresso, and good wi-fi. On the road again…
These spectacular towns like Mendocino or Sausalito, which have succumbed and largely capitulated to the Mighty Tourist Trade, still have some of the old soul in their hearts. Like here this morning. Mostly locals. Semi-sunny, colors bright, surf pounding in the cove. The beauty of a place is often reflected in its residents. Like there’s a feeling in the oasis town of San Ignacio in Baja California, a peacefulness, a vibe in the town square, people are smiling. Now, where was I? Oh yes, it’s a good morning, and Lew Lewandowski just sent me this photo (from Byron Bay, Australia), with the title “Old Soul:” https://mitchrevs.tumblr.com/post/7528547437/heaven
Now I’m off northward, shined upon by Morning Sun, cameras at the ready; goin huntin.