Brad and crew came armed with enough devices to supply the staff of a small San Francisco tech start-up — the new Google tablet, a couple of iPads, a kick-ass audio recorder, and smart phones a plenty. We had fun geeking out over the devices during our breakfasts but their interests went way beyond the digital. Brad had brought his celtic harp and for each of mornings he was here, started the day by playing music I’ve never heard before. Beautiful, flowing, poetic music from the harp that cast a glow. I swear it made the food taste better and the sunny morning seem brighter.
Stephanie shared her experience as a home schooling teacher to son Sage — telling how much they both were learning. Sage was an excellent teacher himself — sharing what he’d learned on the family’s trip to the Oregon Caves, answering tons of questions I had about the vegetation and river, revealing a wealth of information I had no idea a 12-year-old could possibly retain. He had a number of charming card tricks he was anxious to show off (and was willing to share their secrets, which Meg tore into with interest).
If their stay had a theme, it would be sharing — so much of what each of them saw and learned (and even what they previously knew) surfaced effortlessly in our conversations.
We all ended up down at the beach just before they continued up the coast. At that moment the dead bugs, the rocks, frogs and small fry swimming close to the shoreline, the wild flowers and sand all became part of our conversation. Learning was never so much fun.