“I would rather be a superb meteor,
every atom of me in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and permanent planet.”
Jack London said that; says so right here in the visitor guide. We are at the Jack London State Historic Park, admiring how the man, who died early at forty, truly lived his beliefs.
It’s quite hot and, like Jack’s metaphorical meteor, we are starting to glow so we head back to Glen Ellen for refreshment. And wouldn’t you know it, there’s a saloon at the Jack London Lodge. Our plan, once