The West Coast has surprisingly turned into a place where we can meet up with family. After a week in the redwoods with Margo and John, we drove north to Eugene, Oregon. Our nephew Tom and his partner, Judy, both recent graduates of the University of Oregon, are starting out in new careers. After a dynamite meal of Thai food, they came over to check out our rig, parked that night along a walking path, courtesy of a friendly retail mail. We had a few laughs and listened to the rain on our metal roof.
After Eugene, we stayed a night in Portland where we returned to Powell’s, the world’s largest bookstore, and had to sample some of the cutting edge food that gives the city its culinary reputation.
A day later we were in Seattle, sharing food at Molly and Allegra’s home. There is nothin better than food made with love and seasoned with the passion like that of this newly-wed couple. They made the thinnest homemade fettucine pasta I've ever eaten. Buonissimo!
After two days in Seattle, Mark and I went our separate ways for a week, Mark to D.C., me to Bangor to check in on my mother and sister.
Mattie and I went to Portland (Maine) the day before I left and we had a blast with our dear old friend Lizzie, seen here on beautiful Higgins Beach in Scarborough.
Mark returned to Seattle first, in time to find our friends David and Hanna at the Climate March.
We left the next day for Canada, then Alaska, with the enthusiastic support of friends and family.
Listen as Johnny Cash & Lynn Anderson tear it up.
Where we are today.