So, I had the notion that it would be possible to drive from SF all the way to Portland in about 12 hours. Whoops. As it turns out, this is impossible. The Sus-Monger and I left SF about ten in the morning and decided to drive north up the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH). It is spectacularly beautiful, and windy, and filled with a million tourists scared to death to drive on the damn thing. After driving for six hours, paying $3.35 a gallon for gas, and only managing to drive 112 miles north, we decided it was time for a new plan if we had any chance of reaching our destination. We decided to drive east to the 101 by way of an even crazier-ass road than the PCH. At one point we had to stop to let the brakes cool off before total failure and certain death. After about another six hours driving north and reaching the Red Woods in the dead middle of the night, we realized that California is absolutley massive. After crossing into Oregon sometime after midnight, we started to make better time. And then we realized that Oregon is massive too.
At about 2:30 in the morning, we ran out of gas. Well almost anyways. Oregon tries to discourage overnight car travel by limiting your gassing options. And by limiting I mean making it state law that an attendent must pump your gas, and then closing all the gas stations at 8 PM. We pulled into a gas station in Reedsport, OR and discovered that we were fucked. With only fumes in our tank, and no idea what to do, we decided to ask some locals if they knew where to find a 24 hour gas station. It turns out that the closest gas staion was 25 miles back the way we came. We decided that we would either spend the night in the car in Reedsport, or we would attempt to make it to Coos Bay, and either succeed, or fail and the spend the night in the car either way. Well to make a long story short, we pulled into the gas station in Coos Bay just as the car decided to die.
We finally made it to Portland at about 6 in the morning, found a parking lot and passed out for about four hours. We made it to Mt. St. Helens and drove around the park for three hours without ever seeing the damn mountain due to the weather. At about 8:30 we finally made it to Laura's house in Bellingham. What I originally thought would take us 12 to 16 hours, took us 24. Worst....Road Trippers......Ever... This is our homebase for now while I begin the exhaustive process of locating a new domicile. This is now my only goal, and I need to accomplish it shortly so I can remove all my shit from the car before it falls apart.
It is really strange having made it to my final destination (at least close enough). I am extremely nervous, but extremely excited at the same time. I can't help but think about the fact that I am not going to see any of you until christmas, and hoping that I didn't fuck up a good thing. Only time will tell and I will be here until it is no longer what I want. I miss all of you to death, and December seems like a really long way off. At least I get to share my thoughts with you still. I was having a creative down point when I wrote this blog, and that is why it is not as philosophical as the other ones, but when I think of something else good to bitch about, you'll get to read it. Until then, which will hopefully be tomorrow, enjoy your days, and know that I am thinking about you. I leave you with this....
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