White Rogue at Lithia Park

An interesting event occurred this afternoon when I went to Lithia Park. 

Here're my "notes"....

There is a numinousness still active. I read in my 2016 notes of the sculptures & Japanese Garden in Lithia Park, Ashland, Oregon.

Walking toward Cotton Memorial Grove, the trail became crowded; I took a small path that led steeply uphill. Astonished by my resiliency, though I had to stop to get my breath, I kept on. After a few hundred feet, I took a side trail to sit on a log. A young woman, perhaps of East Indian descent, came by. I asked about the sound of pulsing water, but she didn't know. We commenced.

I told of my fear of death and coming here for psilocybin therapy. She told of having lost the keys to her rental Rogue. She had only $200 in her checking account, but felt she'd get through it. Before leaving, she asked my name. "Mike," I said and sat to rest.

Soon a younger woman came by. I asked about the pulsing water and she explained. I asked if she'd found some keys and told of the other woman. As she went down the trail, forty feet from where I was seated, she found the keys. I described the other woman's attire, her white Rogue and encouraged her to hasten. 

As I neared the bottom of the path, Lost Keys came around the corner. I told her they'd been found, described the younger & with a shout of delight, she ran off, threatening to return to chat more.

I was only able to walk a short distance, but found a comfortable bench. It'd been over a half hour since she went away. For a moment I'd been useful.

She was waiting in a grassy area by the car. She's 37, works in "supply-chain" in Portland and came to Ashland to visit family. I asked her name, but was tired, and forgot it.

She asked some questions such as: How does one get really rich? Is money worthwhile? She was and had been micro-dosing mushrooms for three days.

I asked her what she thought of what had just happened around finding her keys. She didn't know. I mentioned numinosity and she said she had to go. The whole thing was very diff from being shot at last Spring.

4.Sept.

I had asked her what music she was listening to. She replied, "Native healing." I asked her to send me some and this morning these appeared.

Eastbound on 42

My gift for finding my way home each evening is still working.

I pulled off the highway into a large turnout to scout for possibilities and saw I'd passed one less than a mile back. I had to follow it for a ways, but it was a good, gravel-topped li'l dickens.

I've yet to find out what the deal is, but much of this area of Oregon is plastered with neon-yellow NO TRESPASSING signs. 

It's not clear who posted this one, 

but this one was lying on the ground nearby leading me to surmise whoever put it up was one of those

who're under the illusion the planet comes with maid service.

UPDATE:

I called RRC and spoke with a "Ranger." RRC is a Roseburg-based wood products (logging) company. They don't allow camping on their properties.

Interestingly, some of the forest nearby Roseburg is managed by the Bureau of Land Management. If you look at the area with Google Satellite you'll see the enormous clear-cuts throughout the region. There are areas where dispersed camping is allowed. 

And remember....Leave no trace.  🫵