The rain pounded down at Big Sur all night and most of the morning. When it cleared, I went exploring to see what I could find. In a campground firepit, I came upon this note....
Can't you just picture a woman, traveling alone on a trip of self-reflection and revelation. She stopped in Vegas, but it certainly wasn't what she wanted there. So she kept going until she reached the sea. Maybe she left little notes like this all across the country. Maybe she meant it for herself, maybe she meant it for me, maybe she meant it for you...
1 comment:
Sounds like a book in the making.
Ali
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