Triumphant, but tardy, greetings from San Francisco! I am aware that I have seriously jeopardized my blog following by neglecting to post a single word or picture for over three weeks.
I am also aware that the dearth of blogs have led to some misperceptions, such as:
one of the strangers from the last blog actually gave me poison candy.
my bike broke down in the desert somewhere and I died of dehydration
I was eaten by a bear
Happily, none of these are true, and I write to you now about my blog: " I will do better, I promise!"
There have been difficulties:
--it is hard to find internet access when you're camping in the woods.
--my computer crashed upon arriving in San Francisco
--the farm where I am now living has limited internet access
But beyond those excuses, I have been busy LIVING these past few weeks. It has been hard to remove myself from watching life miraculously unfold to go on and record it.
I arrived in San Francisco Friday, May 1 -- exactly a month after leaving Port Saint Lucie. The motorcycle rolled into the city about mid-day, sounding about as happy as it did when we left Florida. Honda: if you are interested, I will happily and shamelessly endorse your product. That 27 year old bike with a little engine was trusty and true. I wouldn't trade it for the shiniest, beefiest Harley in the world.
There is much to relate of the adventures and landscape that unfolded between Cedar City, Utah and San Francisco. It will take many blogs.
For now, in the little time I have before heading to work at Sierra, I will write about life in the Bay Area. I am camping at an organic farm about 40 miles north of the City, near Point Reyes National Seashore. It is insanely idyllic and lovely. Frogs, deer, bunnies and birds abound. They frolic together - literally. Lupine speckle the rolling hills.
At the farm, I work two 13 hour days picking produce, washing it, planting new crops. Two more days, I take sell our produce - that I picked - at local markets. What a great way to spend a day! Everyone is in a good mood, and other vendors trade their delicious food for our gourmet lettuce, strawberries and carrots. Eccentric musicians play nearby all day.
The other three days, I commute into San Francisco to work at Sierra, where I have been busily fact-checking articles for the upcoming issue, researching things and contributing to their Green Life blog.
In both of my work places, I am introduced to people as "Jamie, the one who road her motorcycle across the country to get here." I like this distinguishment very much, and do little to discourage people from using it.
In short, life full to the gills (or lungs, in my case). Its tiring and all-consuming, but its also new, adventurous, fulfilling, and great. I am frequently struck by the sense that I am living out a dream of mine in one of the most beautiful places in the country -- a happy thought indeed!
