I had spent the day at a coffee shop in Florence to use their Internet connection, and of course, to drink coffee. Upon learning of two campgrounds to my south I began my walk to discover where I might find a place to pitch my home (tent) for the night.
At first I came to the South Jetty RV and Camping Resort, but at $30 per night, I determined to continue south toward Honeyman which was suggested by the kind gatekeeper of South Jetty.
After another 50 minutes or so of walking, I had arrived at Honeyman. At $5 per night, it was well within my budget to rest there for awhile.
I walked through the trail leading to the campsites and as I viewed the grounds filled with other travelers pitching their tents, I was greeted by a jolly looking, long white haired gentlemen who introduced himself as “Sky”.
Sky was a man, in his late sixties of years, who had spent most of his life wandering the world. He said he had traveled completely around the world 4 times, with little to no money, but only with a song and a guitar. Wherever he might be, he would play music on the streets, earn a little food money for the day, and sleep wherever he might be when he became tired.
He told the story of once upon a time being on a boat headed for the Bahamas. He pitched a hammock on the deck and had himself a sleep. When he awoke he found his guitar was missing – stolen. He had been experiencing some hassling from a soccer team which was also on board, and presumed to believe that one of them had stolen his instrument.
He approached the captain of the soccer team and informed him that one of his mates had stolen his guitar, and that they would return it to him. The captain laughed at his assertion and the rest of the team made mockery of his situation. Well, this was pretty serious for Sky. He said to the captian of the soccer team, “listen, I’m a musician of heaven, you’ve stolen my harp, and you will return it to me or I will tear your team apart until I have found it.” Within moments, one of the players brought his guitar and returned the “harp of heaven” to its’ rightful owner.
That was one of the many stories Sky told about his travels around the world. He was certainly a spiritualist, and the topic of conversation was almost entirely on love, freedom, and peace. We discussed travel, spiritual realities, the Holy Spirit, and so much more. It was incredible to debate with someone who understood so well how to share differences without becoming frustrated or without the desire to prove a point, but simply to share insights.
With the topic of travel he was a staunch supporter of one building their own raft, with lofty ideas of sailing on a raft from the west coast of the United States to Japan or China. “All you need is raft, man”, he would continuously proclaim. “With a raft you can go anywhere you want.”
I spent three days and two nights at the campgrounds just south of Florence. Meeting Sky was indeed an honor and treat.
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