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I first wrote my poet friend- Paul Nelson- on Facebook in 2010 and since then we kept in touch discussing politics, the state of the world, our favorite writers and exchanged our poems. It never occured to me that one day I will meet Paul until the day I started to think seriously about embarking on my lifetime adventure in the USA. It all happened in 2013 and that year marks the new birth of me indeed. I contacted different poet friends in USA informing them that I was planning to come visit and do poetry readings in their home towns. They all reacted positively and welcomed the idea. What was more encouraging is the fact that they offered to host me in their places and take me to visit their most favorite places, monuments and landscapes. I started from New York and took a bus all the way to Colorado where I took some courses in creative writing at Jack Kerouac School. From Boulder, Colorado I flew to Portland, Oregon and from there I took a bus to Seattle, Washington. There I met Paul and we got on the road listening to Charlie Parker, Coleman Howkins and other pioneers of jazz music. In between we stopped by the rails and tracks and read our poems to each other. I was so amazed by the natural landscape of Washington state and I could not believe that there were still places like those on our planet. Paul and I drove all the way to Anacortes to meet a dear fellow poet who started 20.000 Poets Against the War Movement. We hanged out with Sam Hamill and talked about his experience in Vietnam, poetry and how to protect environment. Just before the sunset, we hit the road to Desolation Peak. We got first to Lake Ross resort where we met Paul's friend who was supposed to take up up the stream to dock just at the bottom of Desolation Peak. We made it to the dock at the trailhead by dusk. It was a sublime feeling indeed and I could not believe I finally got there. Me, a Berber from Southerm Morocco, at Jack Kerouac's Desolation Peak where he wrote one of his best novels. Paul suggested that we start hiking up the peak right away. Half way or almost, we met the rangers who looked at us with a great deal of suspicion. They warned us that it was getting late and that we were not allowed to camp in the forest or on the hill. So, we insisted that we are determined to reach the peak before darkness engulfs everything. They said fair enough since we all looked healthy and sturdy, but in fact minutes after our encounter with the rangers Paul started to feel really tired. Thus, he suggested to find a place and hide from the eyes of the rangers. That night we camped on a hill overlooking Lake Ross. It rained all night and I was so scared to death from the bear which I never saw. I was worried about my documents and papers, but everything went well. It was so beautiful in the morning to wake up to different sounds of birds and see all the greeness. Paul and I climbed up the mountain all the way to Desolation Peak and cooked our second meal next to Jack Kerouac's shack. We watched the magic gigantic Hozomeen mountain on the other side as we drank our morning coffee. The view was heavenly. I would never forget Desolation Peak experience and I go back to it in my dreams and day dreams now that I am back to my small little village on the Atlantic ocean. We have to save our planet if we want to enjoy its beauty and peace. Peace is the most vital thing we can strive for.