August 2, 1999
|It was very early in the morning
when Kevin came to my tent and woke me up, 7:30 am I think. He
wanted to make sure he saw me before I left. I was soooo tired
and could barely talk, let alone get out of my tent. The force
of gravity had increased 10 times under my thermarest and I could not
move. We talked briefly and I was still in somewhat of a dream
state as I spoke into the real world from the dream world. Somehow,
I managed to get my arm lifted and shook hands through the tent door.
Kevin is such a terrific guy, and I know I probably keep saying stuff
like this in my journal, but I'm gonna miss him.
I got up very late and had a lot to do today. First I went to Peabody's and picked up the roll of film I dropped of yesterday along with all the reprints I had done. Sitting in Paradise North Coffeehouse (YES they're open again!!!!), I went through the photos I took of Andrew last Friday night at the Pit. Wow I really do not remember taking at least half of these photos!! geez how did I ever take these shots and get Andrew framed in the shot. Man I do not remember taking most of these! But luckily, they turned out great :)
Jessie soon joined me at the table in Paradise North, but soon got bored as I was working furiously trying to organize all the reprints for all those that wanted them. After a couple of hours, I was getting really burned out on this and just wanted to get on the road. I finally got them sorted but seemed to be one short on negative sets. There should be 20 and I counted 19 but just threw everything in a box to be mailed and hoped that they were in there somewhere and will find them when I get home. I really hope I didn't lose a set since there are some that I want to get blown up and make prints out of on each of these rolls. Somehow Dawson City found a very creative photographer in me and I still cannot believe I took some of these photos. Hopefully, I can sell some prints to help recoup some of the expense of this journey.
I am soooo far behind in everything right now. My journal entries are waaaaay behind, but at least I have all the brief highlights written for each day and all I have to do is rewrite them. There is no time for writing when my time is so consumed by all these really kewl people :) All I have to do is get up, cross the ferry and walk into town. There will always be someone I see that I know, the day just unfolds as I just flow with all the events and mostly just live in the moment for that day, just like most others here in this town. I don't even have to look for anyone, I always seem to see anyone I want within 2 days. There has never been 2 days in a row I didn't see a particular person. But I never did see Manfred and Jacqui. Last I saw them they left me on the side of the road heading toward Dawson City and then about 20 minutes later passed going in the other direction. I thought they had forgot something. Jacqui had said that she would like to see me in Dawson City and wished that her brother there had a phone. I had told them that I would be easy to find either in a pub or a coffeehouse. Apparently they never made it to Dawson City????