Friendships spring up in very weird ways. This was one of those. Sean was the caretaker up at Wellington Lake for a long time and we grew to know and love him from camping and festivals up there. He was a great man and I am so glad to have known him.
I miss the ocean. It is almost painful sometimes to not be able to just go out and sit on the rocks, listen to the waves crash, and feel the salt and spray on my face. I find myself looking West a lot lately. I have no desire to go back to Rhode Island, but California...