Even when I was a boy I could never walk in a woods without feeling
that at any moment I might find before me somebody or something
I had long looked for without knowing what I looked for.

At the mouth of Wills Canyon an old woman bent under a large backpack hurried past me. Later I
found she was Dorothy Wordsworth, Bill's sister, of whom Sam Coleridge said, "If you expected
to see a pretty woman you would think her ordinary; if you expected to see an ordinary woman
you'd think her pretty!" She also wrote remarkable lines like, "The moon shone like herrings in
the water," in midst of a drought!

Rocks with "fine white lines, fine as the wrinkles in an old lady's face," breathe heavy and slow;
one breath for every universe our physicists create.