We drove north, listening to Rani Arbo and Daisy Mayhem’s album “Ranky Tanky” and Suzanne Vega’s “99.9 Fahrenheit Degrees.” We’ve landed at Tumbleweed’s place, which I was a little concerned we wouldn’t find, down the little twisty dirt roads, but find it we did, his piece of land in the woods where he lives in a converted bus. When we arrived he said, “Welcome home!” Oh, he gets it.
We were entranced by the roller-coasteriness of Route 36 and the dramatic changes in landscape. When we started climbing into the mountains, Lily said, “Look at that view! It’s even more beautiful than the Blue Ridge Parkway!” We can’t get over the madrone trees and their bark—that color! And to cap everything off, there were black raspberries for the picking and joyous eating.