(Journal entry from 21 May 2018)
I may in the interest of actually writing anything at all just begin recounting what I feel like recounting, rather than strictly at the beginning. I may end up interspersing the organically determined timeline with said "recountings" as they seem relevant to whatever stream of thought or intention is organically determining itself.
So! Today was quite okay. My legs are finally peeling (so much peeling) from a sunburn a week ago and it's nice to scratch them. I probably acquired new burns (slight, though they may be) on arms, neck and back. Not worried; aloe vera!
I was working on some crop beds today: beets, arugula, cucumber, lettuce. I sorta screwed up the lettuce. Not really, though, because it's fixable later as they sprout.
So! I'm on a farm in Oregon, about 40 miles east of Portland. I plan to stay here a few weeks and enjoy these 4.5 hour work days (so much free time and beautiful weather!) while I plot my next move. It's interesting to consider that I've actually come quite far! But there's even more miles to go to Boston.
But where's my next checkpoint before then (in a series of lifelong checkpoints)? Montana? National Glacier Park? Or head up to Washington first? Seattle. Canada? I've done my fair share of just showing up at a place and winging it. Sleeping in forests, vacant construction sites, couches of strangers who've taken pity on me...
This workaway website seems pretty good! It's basically Wwoofing, apparently. Lots of activity, lots of farms with open volunteer spots, along with other types of work. I got a bunch of responses within 2 days, and the best-looking farm within a several hours (which is great cuz I was gonna have to find someplace to sleep on the Portland streets again...)
But yeah. Cool farm, cool farmhands, 25 hours/week, food included, internet, wilderness. Yum. Could stay here a while. I could stay here til October if I wanted. I want to get to Boston before then, though. I think? I dunno.
Okay. Gonna shower and apply aloe vera.
