Seattle to San Diego & Back...
We began our rim to rim journey of the country the other day. Why, you may ask? Just because we really wanted to spend a nice relaxing week down on the Southern border. Of course, that thought is always great until you realize that the rim to rim drive exceeds some 1,200 miles of maniac-dodging highway driving along the way.
2.12.2005
WA Launch…Valley of the Rogue, OR
We quietly launched upon our trek from the quiet seaside town of Steilacoom in the northwesternmost state of the contiguous United States, armed with little more than a really thick book of clues, 3 sleeping bags (actually one Army issue modular sleeping bag and a standard REI bag), some victuals and a full tank of gas. We soon headed South. As a letterboxing errant should be ever prepared, we’d scoped out the 10 day forecast for the entire Western Coast and were rather excited to see that nothing but rain, rain and more rain was to be expected. What a lovely way to set out upon our journey! Never one to be deterred by the elements, we threw a couple of Gore Tex coats and a Tote umbrella into our horseless carriage just as a precaution. We soon were on our way. Stopped for a visit with a companion in P-town then continued on through the driving rain to the first stop for the evening. Ever challenged by the idea that $30 is WAY too much to spend for a hotel room for a single night, I had this great idea to camp and ‘roach’ motel it along the journey always trying to beat the $30 threshold. Well, our first night we splurged and found a campsite (in the driving rain) for $12.It turned out to be an awesome site—as it was a campsite that had ‘hot water’ showers (always a luxury in camping circles).
2.12.2005
WA Launch…Valley of the Rogue, OR
We quietly launched upon our trek from the quiet seaside town of Steilacoom in the northwesternmost state of the contiguous United States, armed with little more than a really thick book of clues, 3 sleeping bags (actually one Army issue modular sleeping bag and a standard REI bag), some victuals and a full tank of gas. We soon headed South. As a letterboxing errant should be ever prepared, we’d scoped out the 10 day forecast for the entire Western Coast and were rather excited to see that nothing but rain, rain and more rain was to be expected. What a lovely way to set out upon our journey! Never one to be deterred by the elements, we threw a couple of Gore Tex coats and a Tote umbrella into our horseless carriage just as a precaution. We soon were on our way. Stopped for a visit with a companion in P-town then continued on through the driving rain to the first stop for the evening. Ever challenged by the idea that $30 is WAY too much to spend for a hotel room for a single night, I had this great idea to camp and ‘roach’ motel it along the journey always trying to beat the $30 threshold. Well, our first night we splurged and found a campsite (in the driving rain) for $12.It turned out to be an awesome site—as it was a campsite that had ‘hot water’ showers (always a luxury in camping circles).
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