Finally, it was time to leave Arcata and begin the second half of the trip. I walked north for the first time, covering the section from Eureka to Arcata that I had hitched. The train tracks were overgrown as they ran past the lumber mill and circled beside the bay. I slid through, untangling myself from the thorns that stuck into my new shoes.
I had enjoyed myself and was reluctant to leave. It rained on the drive back south. On the radio, an old SoCal band covered an older NorCal one, and we shared it as mantra: once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right. Of course we did.