Crescent Beach

Friday, March 10, 2006


THURSDAY 8:30pm

The pickup guzzled through the starless canyon fast and determined. No dark curve or hungry pothole knocked it off course. The windows were rolled down and my Stetson wanted to lasso the breeze and hitch it to the dusty mountains where it belonged tumbling amongst the brush. But no. The hat wasn’t really mine. I was merely its caretaker. And a caring person had to draw the line between giving a hat its fix, however noble it may be, and preserving it for future return to its rightful owner.

Hat secure between my clasp I turned to Jason, my ride to the Hollywood Greyhound, and inquired about the stove’s proper usage, just in case I had gotten it wrong on the first try. Unlike him, whose backpacking experiences were unequalled by any other, this was my virgin voyage and a little advice would help in keeping me on course.

“First you want to preheat it,” Jason explained. “Let gas seep into the priming cup and turn the valve off.” So far so good. “Use a match or a lighter and ignite the fuel. Fire will be going everywhere for about two minutes. Once the flame dies down into a weak blue color, open the valve as much as you can and let her rip. It’s kind of like an art form and may take a couple of tries before you get it right.”

“Blue? The flame was yellow when I tried it.”

“No! You absolutely do not want the yellow flame. It could drop into the gas tank and set you on fire. My friend lost his eyebrow that way. It grew back, but all crooked.”

I ran a trembling hand down my face to make sure it was still there. To think, one tiny error in judgment could have lit the entire trip aflame. Oh, it probably wouldn’t have made a difference. Raw or extra crispy I was getting my journal signed.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” Jason said, “It happens very rarely.”

“Jason? Do you think I’ll look like a weirdo walking all over the bay area with this giant backpack and funny hat?”

“Well Seth, that all depends on your definition of weirdo.”

2 Comments:

Blogger GirlFromSantiago said...

Raw or extra crispy I was getting my journal signed. <- Thazzz right!

You know how many times I've wished to grab a giant backpack and go anywhere but here, and just forget about everything else? You're living my dream, man. Except, your story makes much more sense than my thirst to just abandon everything.

11:35 AM  
Blogger Chris Fleites said...

...i have that wish too...this story is just the practical manifestation of the dream to abandon everything...I'm neither physically, mentally or spiritually ready to actually renounce everything (mostly because i have little to renounce -except action and all that fun stuff, but that's a different story with a different perspective alltogether), but one day the time will come, and by that time i'll be truly prepared for the road ahead...till then these are just impulses stemming from my kiddy fantasy to fly with the wind...plus, i couldn't let all of uncle sam's loan money go to waste on something as restricting and dogmatic as a legal education...it's fun to fruitfully spend the government's well earned money, well, until my three years here are over and I have to pay it back with a ballgrinding interest rate, then i'm really gonna be in the crapper...

12:17 PM  

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