When the Owl Died, Oregon Dunes, USA

We traveled on with the Canadians. Maybe the reinforcement of "hey, you gave up your life for a van, me too" would be enough to create an epic pact, keeping each other from falling back into society. Each time the car broke down, each time we got lost, each time I got a rash or headache, each time the van got too dirty or the food tasted bad, our old lives were trying to win us back, but maybe, we could be there to keep each other strong. 

We tried to save the owl, but it was already too late when we had found it. We had found a place to park in the dunes of Oregon. After dinner, we sat outside of our vans, drinking wine and talking. We heard something wriggling around in the parking lot, and to our shock, it was a beautiful, small owl that appeared to be dying. As it flopped around, we tried to understand what happened to it, but couldn't. We put it in the grass as it struggled to breathe. Overnight, it had died. A small homage is paid to this owl here.