At the Close of Chapter 30, The Narrator In the Damp Dark Of Night, Not Yet Asleep, Listens To the Wind and the Rain.
“[I hear him crying again.] .. Outside the rain comes in gusts against the window, and I feel a kind of heavy pressure bear down on me. He’s crying for him. It’s him he misses. That’s what the dream is about. In the dream.. .. For what seems like a long time I continue to listen to the cricking sound of the wall heater and the wind and the rain against the roof and window. Then the rain dies away and there is nothing left but a few drops of water from the trees moving in an occasional gust of wind.“(End Chapter. 30.)
Redcrest, CA.
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Where Are the ZMM Narrator's Large Green Slugs? The ZMM Narrator, Not Living In California, Did Not Know Correct Name. Links Yellow Banana Slug Photo Links Below.
“In the morning I am stopped by the appearance of a green slug on the ground. It’s about six inches long, three-quarters inch wide and soft and almost rubbery and covered with slime like some internal organ of an animal. .. All around me it’s damp and wet and foggy and cold, but clear enough to see that the motel we have stopped in is on a slope with apple trees down below and grass and small weeds under them covered with dew or just rain that hasn’t run off. I see another slug and then another—my God, the place is crawling with them. .. When Chris comes out I show one to him. It moves slowly like a snail across a leaf. He has no comment. .. We leave …. “(Cont.Next)
On the old road into Redcrest, CA. The Narrator’s passage does fit the Redcrest Resort. The scene’s location most likely would be near the door of their room. The Redcrest is well back from the highway. From the doors of the rooms there is a long slope down where there could have been plenty of apple trees 32 years ago. New topic: Quite by chance, I asked my son David about the slugs. He had lived in California for about ten years, and said immediately that they were bright yellow and were called Banana Slugs. They may be found in the moist coastal redwood forests where fog regularly waters the foliage. Here are some photos, and information:

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With the Decline of the Local Timber Industry, This Small Town Has Gotten Even Smaller, and the Old ZMM Restaurant Is Closed.
“ … and breakfast in a town off the road called Weott, where I see he’s still in a distant mood. It’s a kind of looking-away mood and a not-talking mood, and I leave him alone.“
Business district Weott, CA. This is a breakfast time photo and shows the shaded restaurant plus glaring sun as the Narrator and Chris would have seen it.
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From Right to Left: Grocery Store, Appliance Store, Gas Station (White Roof), and Restaurant (Dark Bldg).
“Farther on at Leggett …. “(Cont.Next)
Business district, Leggett, CA.
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Complete With Ducks, Here Is the Only Pond In the Area This Used To Be the Town Park, But Continues As a Picnic Area For a Very Commercialized “The Drive-Thru Redwood Tree”. This is The Top Local “Touristy Attraction”!
“[Farther on] at Leggett we see a tourist duck pond and we buy Cracker Jacks and throw them to the ducks and he does this in the most unhappy way I have ever seen.“(Cont.Next)
Duck Pond at Drive Thru Tree Leggett, CA. Based on his other statements about natural environment “tourist attractions”, we may deduce that the Narrator would be quite disgusted with the “Drive-Thru Redwood Tree”. This giant redwood tree, with a hole carved in it for cars, is a remnant of the 1920’s. I remember seeing old 20’s postcards showing trees like this. ZMM makes no mention of this tree in spite of (or perhaps because of) the fact that 1) The other tourists are obviously thrilled by this novelty and what I would call a “violation” of nature, and 2) This is an obvious local land mark. Like other tourist facilities (or things the Narrator doesn’t like), it is pointedly unmentioned in ZMM!! I have decided not to show here my photos of this tree. In fact, I am in a quandary whether to even to show any of my photos of this tree in My Personal Experiences Album elsewhere in ZMMQG. Let me know your opinion. Just for the record, I had to pay the fee to enter the park, but I did not personally go thru the “tunnel” in the tree. I was interested to see the new wood growth around the cut edges of the tunnel. This new growth, now about 2.5 inches thick, is curving around the edge of the “hole”. The tree has worked for at least 70 years trying to close-up this opening, but otherwise seems to be able to survive!
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Going West and Higher Into the Mountains, We Catch a Glimpse of What Must Be the Pacific Ocean Far In the Distance.
“Then we pass …. “(Cont.Next)
High escarpment where Pacific Ocean is seen, 18 mi West of Leggett, CA.
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As We Near the Coast We See Trees Bent By Fierce Winds From the Ocean.
“[Then we pass] into some of the twisting coastal range road and …. “(Cont.Next)
Rt1 ½ mi from ocean, 1.5 mi North of Rockport, CA.
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We Go Around a Curve …… and There It Is!!
“ …. suddenly enter heavy fog. Then the temperature drops and I know we’re back at the ocean again.“(Cont.Next)
Rt1 ½ mi from ocean, 1.5 mi North of Rockport, CA. The Narrator and Chris, having encountered thick fog, could not see this view. Again note all the Dead branches, close and far, more evidence of the fierce ocean winds.
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Pacific Ocean, Beach and Rocky Cliffs Looking South. Following the Highway At Left, The ZMM Route Will Follow the Ocean Side Cliffs and Cross Over the Peninsula At the Base of the Distant Mountain Nearest the Ocean.
“When the fog lifts we can see the ocean from a high cliff, far out and so blue and so distant.“(Cont.Next)
One mi North of Rockport, CA.
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View of Rocks and Shore Birds From the Narrator’s High Rocky Cliff.
“As we ride I become colder, deep cold.“(Cont.Next)
One mi North of Rockport, CA. The Narrator’s “deep cold“ is certainly due to the physical cold of the weather, but there is also the extra strain of his developing emotional disintegration. He feels it deeply, and says it this way because he wants us to also feel the depth of these emotions, with ever increasing tension.
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Pacific Ocean, Beach and Rocky Cliffs Looking North.
“We stop and I get out the jacket and put it on. I see Chris go very close to the edge of the cliff. “(Cont.Next)
One mi North of Rockport, CA.
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Looking Way Down, Down, Down, We See the Grey, Rock- Strewn Beach. Because it is So Very Far Down, the Surf Is Just a Tiny Fringe of White Upper Left! Looking Nearer On the Steep Incline, You See Sage, Brown Grass, and My Shoe.
“[I see Chris go very close to the edge of the cliff.] It’s at least one hundred feet to the rocks below. Way too close! .. "CHRIS!" I holler. He doesn’t answer. .. I go up, swiftly grab his shirt and pull him back. "Don’t do that," I say. .. He looks at me with a strange squint.“
One mi North of Rockport, CA.
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Wind Swept Shrubs, Trees and Beautiful Vistas, But Chris and the Narrator Are Not Able To Enjoy It!
[For the Narrator and Chris, the weather has suddenly turned very foggy and cold. It’s so cold Narrator has to put on a coat and here wants Chris to likewise. The Narrator's one page discussion of their resulting contest of wills ends with:] “He looks down at the ground bitterly, and puts his warm clothes on. Then we’re back on the machine and moving down the coast again. .. I can imitate the father he’s supposed to have, but subconsciously, at the Quality level, he sees through it and knows his real father isn’t here. In all this Chautauqua talk there’s been more than a touch of hypocrisy. Advice is given again and again to eliminate subject-object duality, when the biggest duality of all, the duality between me and him, remains unfaced. A mind divided against itself.“(Cont.Next)
One mile North of Rockport, CA.
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I Stopped Here To Photograph the Scenery, and Discovered a Surveillance Camera (Under the Lights) Looking Back At Me! Why? Consider the Bent Winery Sign Plus Red Warning Notes. We Pass Through Other People’s Lives.
“[A mind divided against itself.] But who did it? I didn’t do it. And there’s no way now of undoing it. . . . I keep wondering how far it is to the bottom of that ocean out there. . . . “(Cont.Next)
Two mi South of Westport, CA.
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The Wonders Continue! Looking Back We See the Sloping Cliffs and the Highway We Have Just Traveled.
“What I am is a heretic who’s recanted, and thereby in everyone’s eyes saved his soul. Everyone’s eyes but one, who knows deep down inside that all he has saved is his skin. .. I survive mainly by pleasing others. You do that to get out. To get out you figure out what they want you to say and then you say it with as much skill and originality as possible and then, if they’re convinced, you get out. If I hadn’t turned on him I’d still be there, but he was true to what he believed right to the end. That’s the difference between us, and Chris knows it. And that’s the reason why sometimes I feel he’s the reality and I’m the ghost.“(Cont.Next)
Just South of Westport, CA.
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It’s a Wonder-Filled Drive, But Only In Nice Weather!
“We’re on the Mendocino County coast now, and it’s all wild and beautiful and open here. The hills are mostly grass …. “(Cont.Next)
Just South of Westport, CA. Despite his emotional state, the Narrator can still gain support from the beauty around him. “Good old reality.“
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More Wind Swept Shrubs and Beautiful Exotic Flowers!
“[The hills are mostly grass] but in the lee of rocks and folds in the hills are strange flowing shrubs sculptured by the upsweep of winds from the ocean.“(Cont.Next)
Two mi South of Westport, CA. Again “Good old reality.“
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Beautiful and Lonely. But a Hard Place to Eek Out an Existence!
“We pass some old wooden fences, weathered grey. In the distance is an old weathered and grey farmhouse. How could anyone farm here? The fence is broken in many places. Poor.“(Cont.Next)
Two mi South of Westport, CA.
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