A collection of poems, images, and videos from a road trip up the West Coast.
BY EVAN CAIN
VICE-PRESIDENT/ CO-EDITOR IN CHIEF/ ARTS AND CULTURE HEAD
Pictured: A beautiful view of the Heceta/ Hobbit trail in Florence, Oregon.
All pictures, videos, and poems by Evan Cain.
first stop
big sur
suffocated by trees but breathing better than ever
no phone, no pool, no pets
just trees, trees, and more trees
cooking with straight fire
river rafting over sharp rocks
early morning fires with the lovelies
the hot quarter shower
eating like kings: noodles, homemade brisket, lavan cookies
a campground engraved in my mind
elk meadow
what are they thinking?
why are they looking at me like that?
do they know what i’m thinking?
are they thinking the same thing as i am?
do they want to pet me like i want to pet them?
why did they all gather at this spot and not another spot?
why are they so big?
if i approached them, would they hit me with their horns?
or would they play with me?
do they want some of my fritos?
can we communicate with them?
all thoughts clouding my mind as i observe the elk meadow.
TRAVEL READS & INSPIRATION
the city of trees
eugene, oregon
smells like dutch bros and earth!
bagel spirit
bike shop
all things charles cain
art fills the walls up and down
voodoo instruments
ori ori ori
the big O
do i hear bagpipes?
no! its a fiddler!
mango tango
kesey square - an immersive experience
charlie’s world, up there!
freedom
is here
in the air
by the waves
in the trees
the brush of summer mist on your cheeks
the warm wind running past your skin like pixie dust
freedom
is the tunnel of water leading towards the light
the heartthrob in your neck
the ache in your back letting go
the top of the hill
the air! so fresh!
like nothing you’ve ever seen before
just pure magic
that’s my freedom.
the drive
the classics - sweet music
don mclean
journey
hamilton
billy joel
barenaked ladies
the beatles
vulfpeck
elton john
any whinehouse
mm, music to my ears!
**the final and my favourite poem
the little dirt patch
supports the tree
provides a home for the roots
grows it to its full potential
with the help of a few friends ;)
it allows the tree to dance freely
the wind to take it to places it didn’t know it could go
the intellect of the tree lies in its little dirt patch
as does the spirit
the well-being
the mind
the soul
the love
the life
a tree’s little dirt patch keeps it alive and growing and thriving
it deserves more credit for all the credit it gives
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