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Estamos en Puerto Rico!

We are in Ponce, one of the largest cities in Puerto Rico. It is on the southern coast about two hours from San Juan. We flew into San Juan last Tuesday night & stayed at the International Hostel.


Casper at the San Juan airport

Wednesday we explored San Juan a bit – the masonic lodge and the beach – and Thursday we walked all around Old San Juan.


The Carribean, taken from atop the wall around Old San Juan


That night, a host from Air Bnb in Ponce named Roberto offered to come get us in San Juan for the price of gas. We hadn’t found another way to get to Ponce so were very grateful. He picked us up late at night and we got into Ponce in the wee hours of Friday.


We spent a day and a half calling apartments (which included me failing at Spanish a few times) and exploring downtown Ponce. We had shared our plans with Roberto and he ended up offering us his uncle’s empty house a block away for the price we were looking for. Saturday morning he showed us the place and we moved in!


Walla Walla: travels to and from


Thanksgiving evening on the side of the freeway in Grants Pass.

We spent Thanksgiving hitch hiking through Northern California. The night before we got a hotel room in Eureka. We were trying to get to Eugene but called it a night in Canyonville, after a trucker dropped us off at a truck stop near the casino. We made it to Roseburg the next day via a local bus and took Greyhound from there – Casper to Eugene and me to Portland.

Foggy mountain morning

Foggy mountain morning

It has been 15 days since we left Humboldt County. In those two short weeks we have seen a lot of extended family – me in Olympia, Seattle and Walla Walla and Casper in Eugene – and we are exhausted from the combination of transition, travel and visiting.

My parents reside in Walla Walla and I came home with them the weekend after Thanksgiving. Casper joined us a week later via Amtrak from Eugene.

That was four days ago. Tonight we board an Amtrak train headed east. Saturday morning my sister will pick us up in Minneapolis and yet another life begins. We will descend into yet another world.

And that is what we do, you know: we place ourselves over and over in new worlds. We watch and listen a lot; don’t speak as much as you might think.

And right now we’re thinking that we want to do more of that.


On top of a parking garage in Roseburg, Oregon.

My mom will join us out in Wisconsin for Christmas, and a good friend of Jess’ (who we met when we visited her in Texas last year) is coming right after Christmas. She is house-sitting a little house in the same valley where we grew up and our own self-built house still stands.

Sisters are magical; I expect great beauty and growth for all present in the next three weeks. Also there will be a lot of really good food and my sister’s beautiful laugh which is contagious, particularly for me.

After Wisconsin – January? February? – Casper and I are flying to Mexico City! “Another white dash,” I think when I contemplate our latest leap of faith into a new world – and “once more with feeling”. Pack the bags. Reconsider your few belongings: what is now superfluous that last week was essential? what new items have taken top priority? We leave behind the ripped sleeping bag that was our only blanket this summer and trade out Casper’s threadbare backpack for a big duffel bag. I get to pack dresses, my paints and brushes, more than one pair of shoes. Every item we use regularly is re-examined for its worth in our new situation. Every possession is chosen.


“Please understand I have been waiting to leave ever since i figured out there were roads willing to take me anywhere i wanted to go.”

In Mexico, we plan to live in Xalapa. We know what we want to do with our time and just need the space to do it so cheap rent and foreign culture beckon us. We are excited, though this morning our minds and hearts are caught up in the present transitions of leaving Walla and arriving in Wisconsin and the dreamy travel-time of Amtrak in between.

Oh, and I’m making solstice cards and I want you to want one. Send me your address in the next week or so for best results. <3

Food photos…

Casper, as many of you know, is an excellent cook. No formal training, but years of close friendship with chefs plus a love of learning, other cultures and serving people make him quite the host, too. Food stamps allow us to buy good ingredients and Casper always finds a way to make things tasty even if we’re in a dirty kitchen, inside a tent, under a bridge, etc.

Quick photo post…

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Eugene: a day (or at least a few hours) in the life

Here’s an adapted and illustrated journal entry from June 10…

11:30am – library – Eugene

Casper at church. I woke up alone at Shady Pines to the sound of a woman orgasming somewhere in the house. I think in the basement.

I pulled myself thankfully out of a vicious-cycle dream of guns, disappearances, strangers gathered around a lake on a steep grassy bank, and broken glass pipes. Rolling up our bedding and setting it out of the way, I gathered all our other things lying around before leaving the room.

Gritty punk lady housemate perched on the front porch railing with dreadlocks, all black clothes and a friendly dog named Rosie. The door was pulled open leaving only the frame of a screen door. Elegant metal work framed the overgrown yard as I looked out from the dark hallway.

Dining room kitchen looking out the front door at Shady Pines.

Then I took lots of photos of the space because the house was empty of people and full of sunlight and shadows.

Shady Pines kitchen

Dining room/kitchen spray paint wall art.

In the car, I put some things here and some things there and ended up bring with me: computer bag, headphones, journal, sketchbook, city map, empty water bottle, car keys, phone and, because I forgot to take it out of the back pocket of my overalls, rose petal witch hazel.

I wore the headphones as I walked, the plug-in tucked inside my pocket so I could sing to myself and not look crazy.

Casper had left me a note underneath my blue traveling lizard who was tucked inside my set of car keys. The note was written in bleeding red ink in Casper’s usual unschooler scrawl. “I’m at church, I’ll meet you at the library after 1, or if the library is closed the bus station.”


It is going to be a really good day.

Ignorant Art: on the street

I’ve been leaving free art out and about both in Eugene and in Portland. Purpose of this action is to: one, get rid of art; two, spread beauty; three, advertise igart.tumblr.com.

Casper and I found this yellow foam in a construction dumpster, collaborated with markers and then let it with a free sign outside the public library around the corner. Eugene, May 23.


Dumpster materials plus markers. Left at Patton Square Park in Portland, May 30.

Cardboard and marker pieces left in downtown Eugene, June 14.

Empty pay phone art gallery. Eugene, June 21.


Vashon Photos: housemates!

I am so excited to have all our photos organized! W00t! We have had a hell of a time keeping a camera working so most of our photos these days are from my cell phone. Luckily, it has a pretty decent camera on it.

We lived on Vashon Island near Seattle for just about seven months. October 25-ish through May 1. Counting that up just now, I’m really surprised we were that for that long. We always had this road mindset about us even there. We knew permanence was temporary.

These are the beautiful folks who we lived with for most of the time we were there:




Those photos were all taken in me and Casper’s bedroom. We all hung out quite a bit in there even though it was tiny.

Kyle, Casper, Cosmo and Ben in our wee bedroom.

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