Yeseterday and today have been really dense and it's going to take some time to unpack them.  Right now I am in the Oregon Hotel in Mitchell, OR.  This is a place I've been before; in fact, I know what day it was because I left my name in the Guest Book on July 17, 2014.  That was the day I chased the Forrest fires that had closed Highway 26 by riding my bicycle on Forest Road 22 around through rutted pathways and hung out with a wagon train in the Oregon forest.  It's so fun to relive those memories; it's even more fun to do it with my Dad.  Life is full of bizarre coincidences and weird moments; right now my Dad is using my virtual reality helmet to watch great white sharks in a hotel I stayed in 2 years ago.  We're here because we ran out of gas, and a trucker here in Mitchell had to help us refill our tank, and while we were at it, somehow we ended up with a hotel room.  Skeeter - the woman who rented me my first room - is still here.  Sadly her husband had a stroke so now she runs the whole hotel.  126 people live in Mitchell, and I think we met half of them. 

I forget sometimes how great life can be.  Today is an exercise in remembering.