Zack and I are crashing in Chenult, having just had a long and beautiful day at Crater Lake. Enjoyed the Pinnacles very much. I had a couple of thoughts, trying to respond to the Robert Negron / Michael Dixon school of the outdoors affecting the arts.

1) that a truly site specific piece would involve responding to the “set,” or the outdoors. And how do you respond to a mountain? A tree? How does it affect the chorus?

2) that it would be great to try to stretch as much distance between two people on stage as there is between Wizard Island and the Phantom Ship – because they do have a relationship, those two islands – just as two people can have a relationship across miles of water. I mean this both literally and in the sense of emotional space.

3) There has to be some way to replicate the thousands of trees. The DENSITY of the forest.  And Martha Graham is much closer to it than I am.

Anyway, Chenult. Great cheeseburgers. Lots of enormous trucks. A brand of beer called “Moose Drool.” Good talk with the proprietor, Phil, of the Chalet bar & restaurant next door – apparently a truck stop has moved into town and that’s affected his business. His grandson tends bar and he runs the place. We shot a game of pool while talking with him.

Overheard in said bar: “A little fucking communication goes a long way.”