If I were the one coming to the redwoods — maybe to escape the heat of the Central Valley or Phoenix or LA, maybe to fulfill a lifelong dream of seeing the world’s tallest trees, maybe to celebrate an anniversary of 10 or 40 years — I’d probably bring the following and do the following: pack in some excellent wine, commit to eating healthy food, insist on hiking the groves of old-growth redwoods, lay around in bed (better, lay around in bed drinking coffee!), think about what I wanted to accomplish over the next 5 or 10 years of my life, let the present overwhelm the past, come to terms with some of the mistakes I’ve made (and really try to stop beating myself up over them), bring an old copy of the The New Yorker to escape into, touch base with the family back home but not to much.
Everyone has their to-do and wanna-do list when they show up at the bnb. Bob and Debby were no exception, though they were different in how readily they shared lists and thoughts with us — over good wine, healthy food, and coffee (uh, around the kitchen table).
May seems so long ago, with most of what went on that month now a blur (with events getting only fuzzier). But I probably won’t forget Bob and Debby and the nice times we shared. They’ll stick with me, in personable, honest, and charming ways.