You must leave your home and go forth from your country.
The children of Buddha all practice this way.
— The Thirty-seven Bodhisattva Practices
MY FRIEND and I head for the Olympic Rain Forest. We never arrive. Somewhere around Sequim, he feels the northwest pulling him as far as it will be possible for two humans to go, to jutting rock and pine beyond which we will be able to walk no further. Beyond that point there are cormorants and orcas. There is a blue-black horizon and light fading down into the sea. There is air vibrant with salt.