We rose with the sun and feasted as true royalty upon English Muffins and Quaker Instant Oats.Many consensual sparkles were had and we were out the door by 8:30AM, because the CLUS awaited us in Florence for what could only be a glorious day of hiking.
Leaving our coastal castle in the distance, our clan faced the rugged roads winding to a peak of the rocks and tribal history.
At the head of the Amanda Trail we met Joanne Kittel and were told the story of Amanda, the namesake of the trail -- a blind Native woman who was taken from her young daughter at the time of Relocation. She was forced to march up and down a rough terrain, often falling. Historical documents state that Amanda left behind a trail of blood from the wounds she got from her falls that one could have followed through the steep, coastal hills. 
Descending into the forest, once journeyed by the indigenous people of Oregon, we fancied our taste pallets with an array of native plant species, guided by traditional tribal knowledge of our gracious hosts Margaret and Jesse -- and feasted our souls on fresh coastal air.The ending destination of our grand journey revealed itself as a spiritual oasis where we paid our respects to Amanda, whose image was recreated into a statue.
Once proper respects were paid in full, a second breakfast/lunch was then eaten. Once this meal was eaten we proceeded to return to our original point of departure.
Upon returning, everyone split off to take care of miscellaneous business. We bonded over singing songs. John brought along playing cards through which we responded to various deep questions.
We ended the night with a wish and a sparkle, blowing out the sacred flame in our center and lighting new ones in our hearts.. Tomorrow shall be glorious.
Much love,
Indigenous Coast Alternative Spring Break Clan
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