We got all gussied up for our anniversary and fancy dinner. I’m so glad she’s as much of a hopeless romantic and die hard foodie as I am.
Hipster park day with the lady. Also, the fork I almost ate…it was covered in Tartine coconut creme pie.
So what if we’re taking selfies in Dolores park. You’d better get used to it. This month is gonna be full of obnoxious couple cliches.
Getting out of Redding was interesting to say the least: an ex con Mexican cartel drug smuggler with a heart if gold and a 10 year old son he can’t spoil enough; getting stuck in Dunningan at an empty truck stop and getting a ride with a gun but and his sons - who all wore “We don’t call 911” t-shirts with a machine gun plastered on the front. Even the most terrifying people can be nice; and when I though all was lost, Rick the electrician picked me up at an on ramp on Dixon and drove me all the way to El Cerrito BART station…
And now I’m going home. I’m fucking tired. 4,420 miles of travel will do that to you.
Tonight I’ve got a date with my lady and some chocolate hot toddys.
My last night on the road was spent in Redding with my last minute hosts, Steve and April. Incredibly accommodating, they brought me from the gas station straight to sushi. “Pick anything you like. We already ate. No, we insist!” Yes. This couple bought me sushi and took me to a bar with fancy beer. We split a Nectar black xanthus between us and recorded the physical effects of a beer with 11% alcohol content with a breathalyzer. Thats right. Steve is the type of guy who geeks out on these things, he even had a
Violet want and did cool tricks with a fluorescent light bulb and the electrodes. I try not to imaging the want being used for its most popularly intended purpose…
These two bring me to Redding’s famous sundial bridge and introduce me to their lady cat who drinks from faucets and glasses. “She wandered in our house one day and wouldn’t leave. Our neighbor said we could keep her!”
Being wined and dined in Redding on a last minute couch request. A great ending to an epic adventure.
4,200 miles down. 220 to go.
Tomorrow: San Francisco.
That’s right. I use Instagram to make my crappy IPhone pictures look authentic. Be patient, the 35mm will be the star of the show next month.
Anyway…Portland! After camping out next to a really loud highway in Tacoma, I took a much needed bus to Portland to meet my 7th host. Avry was genuine and laid back and had a sweet little lady cockatiel who didn’t hate me, a first in my book.
We spent the day wandering the city, getting awesome vegetarian breakfast pizza and of course stopping for Voodoo donuts. Not bad, but Doughnut Dolly is still the best I’ve ever had - a tiny artisan doughnut bakery in Oakland, that essentially makes your doughnut on the spot. But still, Voodoo is pretty cool. It was nice to have a whole day to relax after traveling 4,000 miles nearly non-stop.
A visit to the movie theater later and I thought my day was complete…but then I found Powell books.
Holy heat moms! This place is so huge they have a map. There’s even a fancy little room with antique/ rare books - the one eliciting the most extreme Pavlovian reaction was an old book from 1480 (yes, that’s over 500 years) selling for $12,000. This shit is my drug - I have a uncontrollable obsession with old shit. Drooling over unattainable collections aside, Powell’s most impressive section (for me) was the 3 full shelves of Margaret Atwood. I had to convince myself that buying anything was against my better judgement (not to mention my poor back).
Avry nearly dragged me home, but not after I took a few photos like a baby boomer at the Grand Canyon.
Guerrilla camping in Tacoma, WA
I kind of love Montana. Stephan and Jesse, my hosts in Missoula, made sure my night there was memorable. They were working a big rave event known as Disco Bloodbath and invited me along. One stop at the Halloween store later and I’m a sexy woman with a mustache? It was a blast to say the least, despite the cold.
And seriously, look at how cute they’re old lady puppy is? She has all the cutes!
Now, running with 2 hours of sleep, I’m already in Washington. Tonight: Seattle.
Kevin was my last minute host in Billings, MT. He’s well traveled and über fun to talk to. I’d love to get lost wandering the world with this guy. That is his I-hate-getting-my-photo-taken face.
PLUS! He gave me his compression sac for my sleeping bag because mine was too big.
Sarah from Fargo! And another cat!!!
She’s as awesome as she looks. Hopefully, I’ll get to catch up with this lady in Europe next year and do some hardcore hitching.
Also she speaks Français!!!
Finally in Montana. North Dakota’s other sister, but with bigger and better tits.
Out in the middle of nowhere. Donchya know…
I’ve been out here for so long I’m starting to get a Minnesotan accent!