No Campfire Rule–Unbelievable

Lincoln City, Oregon
June ’80

In the afternoon, after Lisa and Jade headed for Eugene, I stayed the
course, and pedaled into the evening. My knee felt good, and I was
really enjoying myself. I just wanted to bike until I felt like
quitting. I didn’t even have a destination planned. I finally pulled
into a national forest and set up my tent. It had been a good day, but
the nighttime weather hadn’t changed. It rained into the morning.
Yesterday, I bought a pair of rubbers in anticipation of more wet
bicycling conditions. Actually, it wasn’t really my decision; I was
responding to a work stoppage—my feet had had enough. They were
rebelling against their prune like existence.

When I pulled into Lincoln City, and inquired into the whereabouts of
a hiker-biker campground, I found out I was already in one. Just
across the street was a patch of ground littered with broken glass and
other bits of debris. No facilities were available, not even campfires
were allowed, but for fifty-cents I could pitch my tent. I was tired
and wet, so the place still looked good to me. (I was pissed about the
no campfire rule, though.) I had long since realized that the
hiker-biker concept was more about separating undesirables from the
“respectable camper” than it was about giving a break to those who
couldn’t afford the fees. But hey, didn’t somebody once say, “It’s all
about lemons! You put them together and out pops lemonade”–well my
lemonade was a nearby park and, after dinner, it was a pub
conveniently placed between the park and my tent.


About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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