Like Angels ascending on me,
Dani and Siobhan, scooped me up and drove me to Orr, in Mendocino County.
It is a bastion of clean crisp air and hot springs in outdoor pools where you can delicately float and flip through chapters in a book under the clear sun and full moon. For three days I was cosseted and replenished more than I ever thought possible. Thank you. Thank you.
One of the best things about Orr, is that it is about one mile from Montgomery Woods, one of the oldest redwood groves in the world. You hike up up up and then skip down into a valley where it feels like nymphs and fairies must be hiding around every turn.
The Russian River dives through this grove, splitting a million times and covering the forest floor with moisture.
These trails. There's something about them. I just HAD to run. Run and run and run through them. . . . and then hide and scare the shit out of Dani.