I’m parked in downtown Pensacola, mainly because Google GPS Girl led me astray. It’s a pretty downtown, lots of old architecture. And it’s quiet. I would have thought that this was the start of the business day, but, well, it’s quiet. I like it. Kind of reminds me of parts of downtown Portland, OR on weekend mornings.
This is one of the joys of van dwelling that you just can’t get with a traditional RV or towing any sort of trailer—you can stumble across unexpected places and just park your rig wherever you can park a standard pickup truck.
Stumbling… surrendering to “mistakes.” Bad for the ego, good for the Light. I need to start doing more of it. Fits in well with my current practice.
I picked up a sub for lunch later, drove out to the national seashore, pulled into a vacant beach lot, and cut off all my hair as is my monthly custom. Moments after finishing up, people started pouring into the lot and I smiled at Her affording me the few moments of privacy that cutting your hair in public seems to deem proper.
Didn’t do much of anything this afternoon: Hung out on the beach, read a little, played some solitaire, dwelled on my identity. It was nice just to do a whole lot of nothing. Maybe I’ll hang here tomorrow too.
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