Looks like we are headed to Woodstock. What happens next I can't tell. Today we are walking blindfolded. Today we are headed into the unknown. Events have been set in motion. The form has been chosen. What words will be written? What colours will be painted? What notes will be played? Leaving Eugene today. Leaving Oregon. Headed to Washington. When we get there we will have traveled the length of the Western United States. It doesn't mean anything. We could have stayed in San Diego. There are more trees in Oregon. It is cooler. Portland is green & cut with rivers & connected by bridges. We could stay here. Instead, we are moving on. Why? I don't know. Is it normal to not know why you do something? I think the question: "Is it normal?" is problematic. I want to stop asking that question.