We rented some tricycles and are cycling down the coast. No one wants to lead the way, so we give it to Keith.
The scenery opens to the Pacific Ocean and then surrounds us with the same kind of douglas-fir trees as there were where the incident happened.
It is quiet. When we approach the coast, we hear the sounds of the waves, and get an ephemeral view across the water. Time passes. We ride on without much heart, making our way.