A few days before I left, YaYa Words of Thunder and her family hosted a bonfire in honor of me and Denver D, who had ditched his plans to move to Santa Fe. About a dozen of us went down to the field and YoYoWOT set a pile of brush alight. I think we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, and we adults drank cocktails. YaYaWOT and I drank a lot of rum, and I remember tackling her in the spring mud to cheers.
The morning we left, I wept as I drove down the dripping green highway north of Vernonia. I was going home, but I was leaving home, too.
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