Worlds

Tuesday, April 05, 2022

I have the honor of being one of a very few women who’ve ever ridden behind Dale. Susie accompanied us on her bike. It was great fun.

Many years ago, I’d ride behind my neighbor, Reiko, on his Harley. We traveled on Pacific Coast Highway, ignoring passing “Ninja bikes” and making “special salutes” to Harleys. Our destination was in Malibu, at an eating spot where bikers accumulated. That place specialized in seafood, and I recall it simply as Fish House.

It had lots of light through oversized windows and large in-common tables. We’d eat fresh crab or whatever while watching the Pacific rolling toward us. Afterward, we’d walk across the highway to the water’s edge and drink in that big ocean world.

These days and similarly, I’m awed and in love with a “moon world.” Central Oregon’s dryness doesn’t hinder moons from encouraging in watchers strong senses of joy and mystery. In my experience, moon activities are as motivating and strength-delivering as ocean activities.

Dear Friends: Following a motorcycle ride, fond memories and reflections. Diana