The road from San Francisco, California to Beebe, Arkansas.
The morning after the wedding, I put Mary on a plane back to Seattle and I made the decision that I couldn’t afford to maintain the road trip lifestyle anymore, so I aimed the Tacoma toward home. My GPS told me it would take 31 hours of driving to get home. I did it in 35 because I had to stop for gas and let Kaia and I stretch our legs. At 4.30am, I also needed a power nap, so Kaia and I slept in the truck, on her bed for three hours. It’s good to be home. I should have one more post, so stay with me.
Interesting note, of all the times that I’ve hitched rides from other people across this country, I’d never actually picked anyone up. In Needles, California, however, I picked up a couple of hitchhikers and gave them a ride to Flagstaff, Arizona. It was probably time I started giving back, I thought.
San Francisco, California.
We made it to the wedding with 90 seconds to spare—it took us 34 minutes to go one mile. Apparently the president was in town or something. We had to sneak through the wedding party, squeeze past the string quartet, but still got to sit with the family in the second row. It was a beautiful wedding and we had a great time. Congratulations to Max & Aimee.
SIDENOTE: I hate my camera.
On the road from Seattle to San Francisco.
We left Seattle Thursday night as soon as Mary got off work and headed south. We stopped to see the Washington State Capitol Building. As it is displayed in the photo, Kaia and I don’t have Mary’s ability of standing still. We spent the night in Corvallis, Oregon, drove to Paradise, California the next day and had dinner with my cousin Amy and her husband Everett. Spent the night in Chico, California, drove the next day to have lunch with Leslie and the boys in Orinda, California so I could return an ice chest she had let me borrow my first time through. Then we checked in to a hotel in San Francisco before going to the wedding. And then, and then, and then.
Just to give you a heads-up, I realized last night that my road trip funds have been depleted and it’s time to return home, so I’m posting from the road tonight. More to follow soon.
The Return to San Francisco.
Leaving Seattle this evening, aiming the Tacoma south toward San Francisco to make my cousin Amy’s wedding tomorrow night. The drive will be interesting as Mary is coming with us. Pray for clear skies because the cab of the truck is so full with bodies that most of our stuff will be in the back.
Seattle, Washington.
Back in Seattle for a few days. Stay tuned.
Lime Kiln Point State Park, Washington.
The hope was to see an Orca Whale or two, but no dice. We did see lots of Harbor Porpoises and a sunset, though.
SIDENOTE: I now have two long-sleeved shirts, as well as a jacket.
Port Townsend—Anacortes—Friday Harbor, Washington.
Kaia and I did a little island hopping and experienced the joys of riding a ferry for the first time in our lives (assuming she didn’t ride one when she was a puppy). It was all in a quest to see some whales off the coast of the San Juan Islands.
SIDENOTE: I’d trade my worldly possessions to spend the rest of my week playing with Kaia as a puppy. Of course, not having to trade anything to play with her as a five and a half-year-old is a nice deal, too.
Port Townsend, Washington.
Text Twist in the hot tub at the Port Townsend Inn.
