Seattle to South Bend
Being on a ferry is one of the highlights of any journey for MPJ, her whole childhood was spent taking ferries to the Gulf Islands. It's no wonder Vashon was so special for us - Island life is Jani's ideal world.
Mine too, I've decided.
Going to the beach everyday suits me just fine.
Hello Seattle - My Ohh My - how you've changed.
Or so says MPJ, with multiple exclamations as she and I drive towards the city centre, err, I mean center (I'm getting the hang of this Americanised spelling), looking at a skyline steepled with hoards of high rises, now lording over the iconic Space Needle.
Well, it turns out the drive in to Lillian's office was a little more than MPJ bargained for - not forgetting the last time she was in Seattle was before she ever had her drivers license. She got a nasty shock coming off the viaduct and turning up the road. She properly got a bad dose of the hebbie-jeebies as the sheer steepness of the streets made her feel like we were just going to roll on down and splash right into the Puget Sound.
She properly put the wind up my sails too, her nervousness gave me a phat dose of the the willies with how freaky she found it.
I guess it's good practice for San Francisco...
Sadly, we were so excited about seeing Lillian, we forgot to take any pictures together. But we know we'll see her for a proper visit on the way back from LA, this was a quick breeze-through lunch for a brief hello. We met up at her office, The Lotus Institute.
Jani feels so lucky that her work means that she has been able to forge friendships with so many colleagues from around the world, and though the physical distances can be great, social media melts away the miles and keeps everyone current in each other's lives.
I never get to go along when Jani goes to teach at conferences, she gets to travel all over the world, so it's super nice for me to finally meet all these people she talks about.
Farewell I-5, we cannot cope with your immensity.
We bolted from the madness and took a whop-dee-doodle of alternate routes; sun blazing, air conditioning blaring, as we tried to find a logical route over and across. The 507 had seemed like a good idea, until it turned into a clogged artery from an accident on the motorway, err, I mean interstate, that we are so assiduously avoiding.
It took us 2 hours to go 10 miles.
I. Am. So. Bored.
Finally! 4 hours after we had left downtown Seattle, we got to Chehalis, at long last we are past the congestion. Say hello to calm little Hyw 6; get us over to the coast, lead us away from this interstate madness...
B. O. R. E. D.
I have never, ever, been this bored.
Please, please (note of defeated pleading in my too-tired little voice),
someone make this day end!
As if it wasn't grim enough that it took us 5 hours to clear Seattle, we finally get on the home stretch and it turns out that its Hwy 6's turn to get a makeover.
I've stopped even counting the number of times we've had the red lollipop sign bring us to a halt.
Stopped counting the potholes, stopped getting scared because we are driving in a cloud of dust and can barely see in front of ourselves.
MPJ has run out of downloaded podcasts, there's no radio reception, and the high frequency of frazzled that's rolling off of both of us is cycling us into an ever escalating zone of pure road-weariness.
Just who's bright idea was it anyway, to drive all the way to Southern California???
Note to Self.
Charity Drive Must Haves:
No Way Jose.
Not a single motel in any of the tiny places we are driving through. MPJ is just about cooked, I am completely over this whole drive-the-coast-road thing, and just in the nick of sanity we arrive in Raymond.
No advance reservation.
No room at the Inn(s).
Everywhere we try it's either No Vacancy or No Pets.
We have been so delighted by the unending Kindness we are experiencing here in America. Everywhere we go people are so willing to go out of their own way to help us out.
Hurrah! Halelujah! Three Cheers! Yippie-Ki-Yay!!
The Seaquest Motel, South Bend, Washington.
That drive is over, this day has ended, and we have a wonderfully clean and comfortable bed.
MPJ says no alarm, let's sleep in tomorrow...