Tuesday, November 11, 2008

K-Falls 11/10/08 --Kerry

Last night I drove my friend's 19 year-old German niece, Golda, to Klamath Falls so she could catch the 10:30 p.m. night train to San Francisco.

It's a long way from Nuremburg to K-Falls I thought to myself as a monster truck roared by us and I spotted yet another coffee drive through; two items I'm sure aren't proliferating in Germany at the same rate as they are here.

By the time the train arrived at 11:15 p.m. Golda was exhausted and so was I. The Lake of the Woods summit on the road home was already frozen over so I opted for the Shilo inn, much to the chagrin of my children and my husband, who grudgingly relinquished me.

I spent the next eight hours sleeping uninterupted and alone in a quiet, dark room. A blissful hour and a half silent ride back to Ashland through the glorious fall birches capped the whole odyssey where my mind contently percolated new story ideas and new thoughts.

When I am yanked out of my routine for a day here or there I notice that my mind quiets, my inner voice starts to gets louder, or maybe I just listen to it more.
Never underestimate a drive to K-Falls.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I just did that drive recently - looks totally different in the fall. The golds and reds are magnificent.

Good on you for getting a nice long night's sleep!