He walked the beach north until the Nehalem River prevented forward movement. There he’d have to hire a boat to take him across the bay. He filled up on water at the crab cleaning station and realized that the few cookies and a little salami were all he had left for food. Luckily the town of Manzanita was close, if only he could get across the bay.
He paid the ferryman his fee, otherwise it was a long, busy roadwalk on the 101 to get around. Much like souls who could not pay to cross the River Styx, here you were forced to wander the banks of the river on the ”Earth” side, haunting those you should have left behind for at least a hundred years.
Or at least that’s what the roadwalk would feel like.
On the north side of the river he jumped into the water barefoot, heaved his pack from the boat onto his back, and hustled across the hot sand, through the visible waves of heat shimmering across its surface.
By the time he’d reached the jetty on the north side of the river he realized that he was pushing hard again. There was no need. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, because he was already somewhere incredible.
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