That misty photo should look pretty familiar to residents of my new home state. Day nine brings me to my new home town. It has been a long trip, but not nearly long enough. I am ready to do it all again. Maybe next time it wil be across the top of the US instead of the more round about version. I wonder how my Hells Angel friend is doing. Is he still singing to the travellers at that rest stop? Tomorrow, day 10 is the offical arrival at home. I hope you enjoyed revisiting my travel if you followed me before. If this is new to you I hope you enjoyed it for the first time. I look forward to your comments and thoughts either way………
Down and safe is what the characters on the British sci-fi series Blake’s 7 would say after a successful transport to the planet surface. I am down and safe in Washington after 10 days of driving from Maine. Tomorrow I meet my new roomate with excitement and a little trepidation.
But first I woke up to a misty, cold morning. The top of the mountains were obscured by clouds backlit by the glowing sun. A brooding kind of morning. Welcome to the Pacific Northwest. But that scene did not last long. Soon the sun was in full shine, the sky was bright blue and the clouds were friendly and fluffy. This continued all day.
I stopped at a busy highway rest area to rest my eyes, and take a phone call. There leaning against one of the buildings was this happy man, strumming his guitar and singing a song. I stopped to chat and like others, to leave some money in his guitar case. This man with a happy smile and smooth, wrinkle free skin was a Hell’s Angel with a sad story. He said just because I am an Angel doesn’t mean I do what those others do. He was a Vietnam Vet and had a young child. Because of his association with the bikers his child had been taken from him. In state custody she was left unattended and died from a seizure. This man turned to music and Jesus to soothe his soul. He showed me some news articles from the papers. We chatted a little longer and then I went on my way and he went back to his music.
I arrived in town, checked in to my motel and did a drive around for a little while. I will be just a couple of blocks from the beach and marina. It was a long trip and I have to admit that this last day and a half have done me in. So I am glad to be here at last. I often thought of my friends back home over the last week. I hope you are doing well. Perhaps tomorrow some last thoughts on this adventure and then on to a new one. Thanks for sharing this journey with me.