beach cliffs

I got home today, gone a little over two weeks. I have not been out to the beach yet. The cats are glad to see me and did not sulk!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt, I am choosing the design of the cliffs against the sky. So far I am never tired of the beach here. I hope I get to the beach tomorrow! Think the cats will let me? We will see.

travel ravel

Monday’s travels were intense! I was happy not to unravel, but was bleary by evening.

I packed my tent from the inside out in the rain starting at about 5 am. I packed the sleeping bag and mat and then the tent and groundcloth. I packed the fly last, so that I did not pack too much Ohio rain with me!

I left the field at 7 am and drove through rain and roads that were not flooding quite to the airport. There I spent 30 minutes shaking wet tent parts and packing them in the suitcase. I went to my plane and flew to Chicago. In Chicago I retrieved the suitcase and went by Metro to the train station. I rode a train to the next destination and then was picked up in a van. I still am using the oxygen at night and with heavy lifting, and I masked for all the travel, but I made it! A year ago that would have been way too much for one day.

I saw a rainbow spreading out from the wing of the plane and caught part of it in the photograph. A good flight!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bleary.


My weekend at the Nowhereelse Festival would have delighted any frog. It rained nearly the whole time. I had a rental car, a tent and sleeping bag, and all of the music was in a much much bigger tent. I frogmarched back and forth from my small tent in a field, to the music venue, the volunteer tent and the food trucks. By the time I packed up my tent on Monday, the field was no longer absorbing water and it was 2-3 inches deep within a few feet of my tent. I hoped I would make it to the airport and not get caught by flooding roads. The fields and ditches were flooding but I was out before the roads were too bad. Whew.

The first photograph is the storm rolling in Saturday morning. The second is my tent from inside the rental car. WET.

For yesterday’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: frogmarch. If there is a frogmarch, there must be a frogseptember too, right?

flying dream

I dream I am Superman flying, but I am still me and female too. It is night and I fly over a beautiful bay, with a bridge at the opening of the bay. Cars are crossing. The people on the bridge call me down, calling “Help!” I fly down. “There are people in the water below the bridge! What are they going to do! Stop them!” I fly down to the water. “Come in,” say the people in the water. “The water is warm!”

I join them in the water. It is warm and the bridge is beautiful. I say, “The people on the bridge are scared of you.” The people in the water say, “We just like the water. They are silly. They should join us. We won’t hurt them.” I thank them and fly back up.

I say, “The people in the water just like the water. They say they won’t hurt you.” The people on the bridge say, “No, no! They will hurt us. We don’t want them in the water! They might blow up the bridge!” I shrug. “Well, the water is fine. I am going back there.” I fly down and join the people in the water.

I wake up.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: cape.

mermaid vacation

Do mermaids go on vacation? I think they would come up rivers and explore. Lie around on the banks and talk about the ocean and whales and fish and annoying tourist boats.

I took this yesterday on the Hoh River.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: mermaid.