where I stayed for 16 hours, Paul, 18. I awoke at 9:45
and didn't know if it was morning or still night because
it was cloudy and night here this time of year doesn't really
seem like night, but just a deeper, softer version of a cloudy day.
We broke fast with pinhead oats, which simmer and simmer,
and coffee I mercifully remembered to carry with me from
Seattle. Hung towels on the line to air, and the clothesline,
once a single towel was strung, began to spin wildly
in the wind. Hold on! Soon we'll venture into town
(about 4 miles) to stock up on groceries, maybe down
a pint at Matt Malloys.