Sign says CAMPGROUND FULL. Deception Pass is a popular place. More people to encounter. I’m hoping noisy children calm down. So am I becoming a hermit? I long for original forest sound. People noise is comforting at times yet ugly when in the midst of an awesome forest. Lifelong friend
Kim and her friend Anita came up from Seattle to camp for a day. They brought tons of food and pitched a tent. I helped them figure out the confusing tent shield. Anita indulged in Washington legal weed. Kim and I drank vodka.
They had an uncomfortable night trying to sleep on slightly tilted site. Sleeping bags were sliding around. Morning came and I made coffee by plugging Mr. Coffee into a recepticle in mens bathroom. Kinda gross but need my coffee!
Kim, Anita, and I took the North Beach Trail to the beach with dogs and laid on the pleasantly solar warmed pebbled ground. Anita found her magic 3 rocks to take back to Ballard. We chatted non-stop about current events. Kim tried out dog whisperer techniques on GG. It worked! GG heeled right behind Kim. On the return an unleashed dog (german shorthair mix) lunged out to attack JP and GG. Anita scooped up GG and I held JP. The owner came out to fetch her dog offering a watery apology. Her dog got my dogs all worked up so when we set’em back down, like a bullet, JP shot at a young girl who was twirling around in the middle of path with arms flailing and nipped her. He didn’t break the skin, just scuffed. Her father, came over yelling at me and calling me filthy names in front of his precious daughter. I apologized to both people. He demanded my information so I followed him to his campsite and gave him my phone #. He called me a few more names as the little girl milked sympathy from her mom and dad, sniffling, sobbing and whining. I can tell when a kid is milking it as I was very good at it myself. Later a ranger appeared at my site and took some info. Nice young guy. Capable and very handsome (happy to make his acquaintance). Nothing else came of the incident. Except as the father was driving out he waved and then flipped me off with a big grin on his face. Someone has a little growing up to do.
This incident gives more cause to find JP a better home, where he can be kept from other dogs or taught not to be aggressive with other dogs. I’m not so concerned about him biting people though JP will need to wear a muzzle now. Both dogs have adjusted so well to living in an RV. The last thing to overcome is aggressiveness with other dogs. I do meet people on the trails who say “oh , how cute!” Looks can be deceiving for sure. Inside they are fiery beasts.
V came by around 8pm and delivered a glorious rhubarb-strawberry pie which she made for me!
Very happy to see her again. She must be psychic. She asked me some very personal questions and ended up giving an idea for the right tattoo I've been designing for twenty years. V has helped me find a new image to represent myself. An image based on kaliedescope, complex and symmetrical. She says a Libra would be best for me as a partner. She asked me why I was single and never married. That question goes so deep and personal. Not sure if I can answer it. I tried to answer but it only brings more questions. Somethings changing in me as I get older; a feeling of mortality. Life could be more fun sharing with a partner, and in some ways more demanding, trying not to disappoint. They say when you love someone you accept them for who they are with no expectations. That is hogwash. If I do life solo, any disappointment in myself, success or failure is my responsibility. Also I’ve trust issues: don’t trust anyone completely. My whole idea of human nature is tied to Darwinism. Adaptation, survival, and continuation of the species. Society requires a conformity to work as a whole. One must pull their own weight. But I do empathize with the human condition in that not everyone gets a fair shot to fulfill their potential. So how can one ever know what someones truly thinking? People lie, cheat, play emotional games constructed from various fears and insecurity. Motivated by greed or power. Women are motivated by their own nature in the same way as men; power and greed. The desire to be loved is strong. People lie right to your face. I don’t like playing upmanship games. I spot them rather quickly with my shit detector (thanks Dwight). Well V, thanks for the questions because they bring about this reflection. Not sure if this answers your question. We are never truly alone with love of friends, family, and pets. Did I leave something out?
Oh yes, many have found God who wraps everything up in a tidy package with a bow, explaining that life is a gift of goodness. I can’t quite buy that story. I am the first one to admire the design of a leaf or trying to understand the structure of an insect. This is the closest I get to worshipping. I refuse to pray for a desired result from some higher being though you can pray all you like. That’s your right. I do appreciate beauty and empathize with suffering. If there is a higher being, I’d like to point out to this being the cruelty and destruction perpetuated by its believers. Nature itself is designed with cruelness. A little bit of kindness from a stranger is enough to inspire me for days.
As I pack up to journey towards Fort Ebey State Park, to my surprise after 3 days there is no sign of battery loss. Been very conservative with lights and music. The water tank is 3/4 full. The gray tank is 1/3 full. Ship's in good shape.