Still on the road, finally have a morning to write while I’m in Bend, Oregon sipping my Nespresso.
From Eugene, I stayed in Portland a few nights. Most of the driving portion to get to Seattle was raining, the week before was the big snow storms so I was glad to have missed that while driving. Rain I can handle, just couldn’t get out much.
Portland was beautiful, especially after Eugene. There were great restaurants, very walkable (with umbrella) and it seemed to have a pretty efficient public transportation system. I stayed at The Hotel Rose, a Pineapple Hotel, that a friend recommended. The bonus there was a mini-cupcake every night. I did a few touristy things, rode the tram and spent hours in Powell’s books. Leave it to me to buy the heaviest books at the beginning of my trip, I bought some flying IFR (Instrument rated) text books that were used. It rained the whole time, I could barely get my camera out.
Then on to help my friend with her baby…who was 2 days old by the time I got there and was back in the hospital for jaundice. A little recap, I met her surfing in Mexico years ago and she’s single. It’s a long story, but I drove up as adopted grandma to get them through their first week or so or she might not have had much help.
We spent the first day in the hospital while the baby was under the blue lights. The baby was released that day, I brought them home in my big ass truck. At some point I had to reset my phone, changing all the settings. That worked out well because I didn’t know what parking garage I was in so when I checked my phone for something else it popped right up. Good thing, I was heading in the wrong direction.
This whole trip I haven’t cracked open a map.
In Seattle, I fulfilled my grandma duties…cooked, cleaned, laughed, cried. Her house was beautiful, totally set up for a family that she dreamed of. On the last day, she drove us to a few Dr. appointments and I knew she’d be fine. My next stop was Lopez Island, which I scheduled tentatively not knowing when or if I could make it up there.
I worked my way up to the Lopez Island Ferry by route of La Conner to see the tulips…which weren’t in bloom yet because of the weather, I did get a great lunch in there and a tour of the museum that made me think I could be an artist (because I didn’t see anything spectacular). Above pics are of La Conner.
The ferry ride was a blast!! Was worried about my F150 in there after the streets of Queen Anne. There was nothing to worry about, big rigs fit on that ferry. It was a little under an hour to get to Lopez.
I should say, by the time we got out from under baby juggling the weather cleared up. We had a few days of rain, then it was sunny and brisk. My HS GF lives in a small farmhouse on Lopez, which I didn’t know until I got there. Being a crappy guest, I didn’t give her a date of departure. We joked about it, then I still didn’t give her a date – mostly because I was still in baby mode and had no idea what day it even was?? When I saw it was a one bedroom house, and they would be sleeping in the trailer out back, I cut it a little short.
The weather was perfect!! Not quite sailing weather, just enough to hike all over the place. She’s super fit…me? Not so much anymore after my knee/back episodes. I kept up though, I’ll definitely go back to Lopez when the sailing season kicks in and probably stay in a B&B so I don’t feel like I’m kicking them out of their room. If my visit was 2 weeks earlier we would have been XC skiing down the street.
I headed back to Seattle to check on mommy and baby, staying in a hotel this time for one night to see if she needed me for any longer than that. My F150 was perfect my whole trip except for Seattle – how I got around without a scrape was a frigg’in miracle. The worst was the hotel parking structure at the Mediterranean Hotel (which I liked besides that). They had oversized parking, that was full of SUV’s. I’m sorry, an SUV is not oversized. It took me forever to inch my way back & forth into the one spot left that was pretty narrow. When I left, I told the front desk about it and they just shrugged and said sorry. Then as I was leaving a woman was waiting for someone in her SUV, I passive/aggressively told her it might take me awhile to get out with my OVERSIZED car. She just shrugged, like “have at it.”
Then I had to dock the F150 for breakfast with a happy mommy/baby. All was well with them, my job was finished and I could head back home. Only not so fast, I headed to Bend, Oregon where I am now. At one point, in Tacoma, my temp gauge said 80 degrees.
Besides the drive along the Oregon Trail, I rolled in last night and have only seen the Cracker Barrel (for the first time, it was a little freaky). I’ll be here a few days before the weather turns back to rain, today looks good.
In nomad lengths, this doesn’t seem like it’s been a long time. I’ve been gone since the 5th with only one night of good sleep besides Portland and last night. My criteria for good sleep is if I can lay in bed drinking coffee and writing in the morning.