Tag Archives: The Big Trip
Day 20: Hooray for Hollywood
I woke to the sound of jackhammers outside again, stumbled to breakfast in the lobby, and charted a course for Mulholland Drive to get a view of Los Angeles from above.
Day 17: Sick as a dog
I woke up feeling like hell, so it took longer than expected to pull myself together and get out the door to explore San Francisco. My first stop, the number one thing on my list, was to visit the 21st … Continue reading
Day 16: Where life’s such a groove
I barely slept through the night, as I’d chosen the Motel 6 that appeared to be hosting a biker rally on the scale of Sturgis in the parking lot. Eager to get the hell out of Arcata as soon as … Continue reading
Day 15: Westward Ho!
I woke far too early for my late bedtime, but I wanted to get a start on the day, so I made my way out to the car and found a Dutch Brothers Coffee stand nearby and started my daily … Continue reading
Day 14: I have tasted heaven
I puttered around Don & Deb’s in the morning, making coffee, writing, and getting ready to leave. Once packed, I started back toward Seattle, stopping for coffee at Locals, the best drive-thru espresso stand in Stanwood. Luckily, I was slow … Continue reading
Day 13: A little slice of heaven
Spent the day doing mostly nothing at Don & Deb’s on Camano Island. I caught up on the site, did a couple loads of laundry, worked on a freelance project, helped make brunch (biscuits & gravy with home fries) and … Continue reading
Day 12: The bluest skies you’ve ever seen in Seattle
I started the day with a pot of Stumptown Coffee’s Hair Bender (and it was). My agenda hadn’t taken shape much beyond knowing I wasn’t going to spend another $40 to get into Bumbershoot, despite the allure of seeing Superchunk … Continue reading
Day 11: Bumbershoot
I woke early again Sunday morning in Portland, stumbled downstairs and made tracks to Peet’s for coffee, where I ran into a couple of the partygoers from the night before. Back at the Knaus house, Meshel made a breakfast of … Continue reading
Days 9 and 10: Stumptown
I made my way up to Portland from Medford in relatively little time. My first stop was to see my dear friend Sarah, who I’ve known since high school. We had an all-too-brief chat before I left to meet up … Continue reading