First of all our cats had to get boarded. Yes, it appears that my friends up here either -
- hate cats
- don't have a car
- are afraid of my cat
- or just don't want to be put out
for when it comes time that I need a cat sitter, no one is available. The issue is compounded with that fact that Bailey, our fractious, I don't like most people in the world and will try my best to kill them, black cat, is diabetic. Not only would someone need to come to our house, change the cat litter and feed the cats but also give Bailey an insulin shot. And it would generally have to be at the same time everyday. So the cats went off to the vet for 5 days. Bailey hates the vet!! She tries to kill most of them. It's really wild. If a vet approches she will make the most demonic, possesed, shrill cat sounds and attack with equal ferocity, then turn around and give me a angelic little meow. Capella, on the other hand, is an angel. The vets love her. People love her. People who don't like cats love her. Even Bailey tolerates her.
The next day I caught a taxi at 4am to get to the airport by 4:30, just to breeze through check in by not checking any luggage and following all the rules for the ever changing security measures, so I could sit and wait to board the plane for 2 hours. If you live in Seattle, are actually reading this, and plan on flying out of Sea Tac airport check this out - http://www.portseattle.org/seatac/. It's good to check it on the night before, or the day of your flight, as things change daily. For example, last week, no liquids were allowed. Now people can actually take lip stick, lip balm and solid deodorant. If you ask me some people on flights should be required to take deodorant but I digress. The flight went well. Christine picked me up around noon. Yea! We ate lunch, and packed up what little she had left to take.
Turns out she had more then we thought. As we packed I kept thinking this is not going to fit in the truck. As the time we planned in leaving at approached, I mentioned this. Christine still thought it would. We loaded about 2 boxes into the truck (her pick up, not a moving truck) and she came around to my way of thinking. Frak! The next day we had U-Haul install a hitch on our pick up and rented a 4 x 8 trailer. So, you can't say, "everything went off without a hitch." Ha Hah Ha! We loaded up and got off around 13:00 and made our escape from the desert.
The rest of the trip went pretty smooth. It was long. It was boring. It would probably be pretty cool with about a week or two to stop and site see and no trailer in tow. We made our way west on I-10, through the heat, the wind power plants, and L. A. traffic. We just missed rush hour. Then north on I-5 through vineyards, rolling hills, farmland and the outrageous gas prices. We made our first hotel stop near Coalinga, CA a few hours after dark. A fair distance for about 9 hours driving. Then, in the morning, north again. North through Sacramento. North into the forests, mountains, and past Mt. Shasta. North into Oregon, where you can't pump your own gas. We know we're getting closer as latte stands start appearing at all the gas stations. Mountains, mountains, mountains, and we reach our final hotel stay in Salem, Oregon. The next morning we leave Salem for beautiful Portland, and wouldn't you know it, we are in Washington. Everything that is not water or inhabited by humans is forested now. Within a few more hours we are here, finally, in Seattle.
We decided that there some cities we will have to return to someday for a visit. Of them -
- Portland, a beautiful looking city both day and night of bridges, rivers and parks.
- San Francisco, although we didn't actually travel through it.
- Possibly Sacramento, and Mount Shasta.
What we really need to do someday is travel to all of the above and down the Oregon/California coastline.
We ate - Beef jerky, water, soda pop, fries, Pringles, sauage, eggs, pancakes, coffee, more coffee, Oh I guess that was just me drinking all that coffee, Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Denny's, almonds, walnuts, Mambas, gum, Red Vines, bagels, danish, and a host of other bad things containing chemicals and sugar.
We read - aloud to each other, Patrick O'Brian's The Fortune of War.
What matters now is that we are here, safe, together again.
To see a few more photos of out trip, click on the title, Phoenix to Seattle . . . above.