Imagine That This Is the Development With the “Ridiculous Small Lots.“
[Part IV. In opening of Chapter 27 the Narrator is in the middle of a very bad dream. Then Chris calls: ] “"Dad! Wake up!" .. "I’m awake." I can just barely make out his face in the dawn light. We’re in trees somewhere outside. There’s a motorcycle here. I think we’re in Oregon somewhere. .. "I’m all right, it was just a nightmare." .. He continues to cry and I sit quietly with him for a while. "It’s all right," I say, but he doesn’t stop. He’s badly frightened. .. So am I. .. …. It was just a bad dream." I tell him he’s shivering and should get back into the sleeping bag. .. He does this. "It’s so cold," he says. .. "Yes." By the dawn light I can see the vapor from our breaths. Then he crawls under the cover of the sleeping bag and I can see only my own. .. I don’t sleep. .. The dreamer isn’t me at all. .. It’s Phædrus. .. He’s waking up. .. A mind divided against itself. . . . me . . . I’m the evil figure in the shadows. I’m the loathsome one.. . . . .. I always knew he would come back.. . . . .. It’s a matter now of preparing for it.. . . . . The sky under the trees looks so grey and hopeless. .. Poor Chris.“ (End Chapter 27)
Somewhere North of, but close to, La Pine, OR. As already stated, I was unable to locate the Narrator’s Central Oregon Campsite. My photos used to represent the Narrator’s and Chris’s campground were taken at the Corral Springs Campground 34 mi South of Lapine. The camping experience and landscape there was quite similar to the Narrator’s descriptions.
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![Imagine That This Is the Development With the “Ridiculous Small Lots.“ [Part IV. In opening of Chapter 27 the Narrator is in the middle of a very bad dream. Then Chris calls: ] “"Dad! Wake up!" .. "I’m awake." I can just barely make out his face in the dawn light. We’re in trees somewhere outside. There’s a motorcycle here. I think we’re in Oregon somewhere. .. "I’m all right, it was just a nightmare." .. He continues to cry and I sit quietly with him for a while. "It’s all right," I say, but he doesn’t stop. He’s badly frightened. .. So am I. .. …. It was just a bad dream." I tell him he’s shivering and should get back into the sleeping bag. .. He does this. "It’s so cold," he says. .. "Yes." By the dawn light I can see the vapor from our breaths. Then he crawls under the cover of the sleeping bag and I can see only my own. .. I don’t sleep. .. The dreamer isn’t me at all. .. It’s Phædrus. .. He’s waking up. .. A mind divided against itself. . . . me . . . I’m the evil figure in the shadows. I’m the loathsome one.. . . . .. I always knew he would come back.. . . . .. It’s a matter now of preparing for it.. . . . . The sky under the trees looks so grey and hopeless. .. Poor Chris.“ (End Chapter 27) Somewhere North of, but close to, La Pine, OR. As already stated, I was unable to locate the Narrator’s Central Oregon Campsite. My photos used to represent the Narrator’s and Chris’s campground were taken at the Corral Springs Campground 34 mi South of Lapine. The camping experience and landscape there was quite similar to the Narrator’s descriptions. ******************************* (Photo = 113-1390cz1.4...... ZMM Page = 298 ...... WayPt = 358i6 ~4219. Photo at 372 4912ft)](http://ww2.usca.edu/ResearchProjects/ProfessorGurr/gallery/albums/album09/113_1390cz1_4.sized.jpg "Imagine That This Is the Development With the “Ridiculous Small Lots.“ [Part IV. In opening of Chapter 27 the Narrator is in the middle of a very bad dream. Then Chris calls: ] “\"Dad! Wake up!\" .. \"I’m awake.\" I can just barely make out his face in the dawn light. We’re in trees somewhere outside. There’s a motorcycle here. I think we’re in Oregon somewhere. .. \"I’m all right, it was just a nightmare.\" .. He continues to cry and I sit quietly with him for a while. \"It’s all right,\" I say, but he doesn’t stop. He’s badly frightened. .. So am I. .. …. It was just a bad dream.\" I tell him he’s shivering and should get back into the sleeping bag. .. He does this. \"It’s so cold,\" he says. .. \"Yes.\" By the dawn light I can see the vapor from our breaths. Then he crawls under the cover of the sleeping bag and I can see only my own. .. I don’t sleep. .. The dreamer isn’t me at all. .. It’s Phædrus. .. He’s waking up. .. A mind divided against itself. . . . me . . . I’m the evil figure in the shadows. I’m the loathsome one.. . . . .. I always knew he would come back.. . . . .. It’s a matter now of preparing for it.. . . . . The sky under the trees looks so grey and hopeless. .. Poor Chris.“ (End Chapter 27) Somewhere North of, but close to, La Pine, OR. As already stated, I was unable to locate the Narrator’s Central Oregon Campsite. My photos used to represent the Narrator’s and Chris’s campground were taken at the Corral Springs Campground 34 mi South of Lapine. The camping experience and landscape there was quite similar to the Narrator’s descriptions. ******************************* (Photo = 113-1390cz1.4...... ZMM Page = 298 ...... WayPt = 358i6 ~4219. Photo at 372 4912ft)")