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During our whirlwind college tour, KVK and I had to make a detour to Aberdeen, Washington. If you are KVK, you feel as if you are the female embodiment of Kurt Cobain, and I thought it would be a true treat for her to see the house he was partially raised in and the bridge he slept under. With at least tacit support from the town, Kurt’s fans have created a small park called Kurt Cobain Landing. The town of Aberdeen was grey and industrial, and felt a little depressed, but in its defense, it was a grey and rainy day. That certainly did not diminish KVK’s spirits, and she oozed optimism in the truck as we went over the wrong bridge, down dead end roads, and into cow country until we stumbled upon our destination.

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Even in the wet, it was a lovely little park, with humor:

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tender tributes:

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and a bit of a biographical sketch:

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But the true destination for diehard Kurt supporters is under the bridge.

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Even the bridge itself acknowledges this fact.

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Supporters (I don’t think that’s the right word, but the word “fans” seems far too minimal) have left their own tributes in the form of graffiti under the bridge where Kurt slept.

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Of course, my KVK had to check it out, and I left her to it.

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I left her there, by the muddy banks of the Wishkah, to convene with the many spirits that I could feel even in my brief pass-through. I sat in the car and watched the raindrops on the windows, watched couples come and go, admired the lace curtains on the little old house next to the park, and wondered how residents felt about all the comings and goings of Kurt fans. But the fans all were so very respectful to the space, and I liked that.

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When KVK emerged from her time under the bridge, she was thrilled. One half of one of the couples that I had seen come and go had chatted with her in that space that was special to them both. He had known Kurt back in the Aberdeen days, and had spent time smoking weed with him and dreaming there in the mud by the Wishkah. Even though this was far from the point of our trip, it was certainly one of the highlights for her, and something she’ll remember for her whole life. And that’s the best thing about our mother-daughter trips.

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I think Kurt would have approved.

Daily gratitudes:
A flock of mourning doves
My ginormous peony
Having KVK tonight
Carrying my camera everywhere again
The newly discovered mural on the building in my town

I need a calming image today, as my insides are trying to kill me.

Seattle, Washington.

Quote of the day: “Sometimes a wind comes up, blows you off course. You’re not ready for it, but if you’re lucky, you end up in a more interesting place than you’d planned. ”– Nora Roberts

Daily gratitudes:
My Father’s birthday today (I miss you, Daddy)
MKL – in general, but today, he’s my plumbing hero
Love
A day that’s warmer than it was meant to be
MoMos

 

Outside of Seattle, Washington.

Quote of the day: “The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.”  —  Albert Einstein

Daily gratitudes:
MKL
Spending the day in my Scottie pajamas
The stripe next to the moon last night
That there are still leaves on the trees
NFL players with their little pink accents in support of Breast Cancer Month

Photo Title: Mahogany Reflections

Seattle, Washington.

Quote of the Day: “This art of Love discloses the special and sacred identity of the other person. Love is the only Light that can truly read the secret signature of the other person’s individuality and soul.”  —  John O’Donahue

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