I left Boston on May 5th, 2002 in my stately pleasure dome
the hatch packed with magic markers, a video camera and journals...and a map of the USA with highlighted places that had called to me on either a spiritual or human-connection level.

I drove down the coast, arriving at the Jersey Shore.

Evoke "Greetings from Asbury Park" and early Bruce Springsteen. Saltwater Taffy. Ski-ball and sunsets. I have the fondest memories of summers spent on the boardwalks with my cousins...  and it was their beach house a few blocks from the beach that was my destination.

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Then to  Washington D.C where I meditated for our nation at the top of the Washington Monument

Thru Middletown Ohio to Peoria (to visit my folks), 

then south through East St. Louis...where my car broke down. On a Sunday. On a Holiday weekend. 
Amazingly, I found a mechanic who had me back on the road Monday morning. 
Kansas City, here I come!

Vesta, NE; 

Cope CO; 

Denver, CO (for a meeting with the Crimson Circle); 

 Santa Fe; Alburquerque, NM; ; ; Sedona,AZ

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 the Grand Canyon

 Lake Tahoe; Mt. Shasta, CA; Eugene, OR; Seattle, WA; and then.....

I found the place that I was seeking: Sebastopol, CA  July 2002 Come Visit!