Butterfly Express

Waning Crescent Moon

Cold. Northeast wicked wind. Am I in Canada?

Got up at six and bucked the wind over to the Wagon Wheel Cafe in Alturas - just west of the railroad tracks on the road to Canby. Good eats!

Then I briefly toured the part of town I didn't get to see yesterday. I'm pretty sure the Wild Mustard Coffee Shop serves as the de facto espresso intellectual center of the county.

Meanwhile, the newish, shiny courthouse with the copper (?) dome and Roman-looking lettering lends gravitas to the setting. If you want to be taken seriously in this world, use a "v" wherever a "u" goes. Lawyers, when they're not Wild Mvstarding, do lawyer stuff there.

But the best thing about Alturas is the Sage Stage headquarters. That stellar group runs like clockwork. The bus arrived right in front of the Rite Aid exactly at 8 a.m. and they dropped me off in Reno at 11:45 a.m. precisely as promised. A sweet 50-something angel lady knitted me a blue butterfly on the way. That more than made up for Thursday's hussies.

The East Sierra Transit Authority (ESTA) bus was less efficient, but it dumped me at the Walmart in Carson City nevertheless. Back on my bike, I hurtled along with a tailwind across town where I am now holed up trying to stop my teeth from chattering.

This trip and all its incarnations have been hard to manage logistically, physically, and meteorologically.  There is definitely some weird tension in the air and my knee is, well, just plain shot. So I'm trying to focus on what is good and what is beautiful. E.g., I am grateful for my blue yarn butterfly. And I like this bush.

Peace, Love, and Layers,
Jim