It felt like some kind of oasis. Just over those mountains was the desert, and here was this crystal clear lake with enough water in it to fill the entire state of California with a foot of water. Freezing old water. But I don’t think swimming ever felt better than right then, in the sunset, washing a 5 cm thick caked layer of dust off. The next days were filled with workshops and spinning fire in one of the most lush, beautiful locations imaginable.
The second consecutive festival didn’t do much for my sleep deprivation. On the way back to San Francisco I fell asleep curled up on a tiny seat, so painfully tired I didnt notice how uncomfortable I must have been. The first day back in the city was spent regenerating some energy. I was lucky enough to have met a San Franciscoian traveler in Berlin a couple of months earlier, who invited me to stay on his couch. This was great. Not only are he and his room mates awsome, fun people, but their apartment is rigged with interactive LEDs and is located in a very nice central neighborhood! So I had a great time exploring from there and relaxing. The City of hippies, sea lions and this supposedly golden (but actually red) Bridge. What can I say. Arf arf aaarf arfarfarf Arf. I love sea lions. They just chill there, in the sun and enjoy all the fish in they bay, going “arf aarf arf” all day long! Next stop Arcata for one night on the way to the next festival: Pacific Fire Gathering.
If Lake Tahoe was an awesome location, I cant even say what PFG was. A boyscout reservation sure enough (It said on the flyer: “no alcohol except if you disguise it”. I appreciate the authors realism). We were out of reception, in the middle of nowhere in the forest of the Oregon Coast. It was giant. You could camp wherever you wanted so it was up to you whether to be close to the action or all by yourself with kilometers of nothing surrounding you. Being the first fire specific festival Ive ever been to, I’d never seen a fire space that big or technically proficient! Just wow! With no problem whatsoever would I have stayed there another week!
Last festival on the schedule. Thats a sad thought to me. I felt like the fire community and the knowledge I would be going back to it gave me a lot of stability when traveling alone. Right now I don’t know there will be a familiar face around until I hit Montreal. At the other end of this continent.
Internet Cafe in Seattle right now. I didnt know I was going to Seattle until yesterday. Then I was offered a ride, and it was the right direction… so why not? Got a rough look around today, maybe explore again tomorrow- then onwards to Vancouver.