And though the line is cut,
It ain’t quite the end,
I’ll just bid farewell till we meet again.
—Bob Dylan “A Restless Farewell”
I’m sitting at Erin’s breakfast table composing the final post of our visit to Orting. In an hour or so we will be on our way homeward. The route back is going to be much different. We’re heading down the Oregon coast for a few days, then into Northern California, Death Valley, Monument Valley (remember the John Ford westerns with John Wayne?).
On the way to Orting, each hour was just that many fewer miles between the R-Pod and Elias. Now, each hour takes me farther away.
Thanks to the reasonable heads that reopened the Federal Government (and National Parks) late last night. As far as I’m concerned, the Tea Party can go back to their districts and spin their loss any way they would like. They failed to dismantle the Affordable Care Act in a way that made the USA the laughing-stock of the educated and informed world. I’m glad to put this disaster behind me. Our only real remaining obstacle now is to get through Tioga Pass and over the Sierra Nevada Mountains before the highway is closed. But these challenges are in front of us. What’s behind us? What will I remember about our visit?
The answer is far too long to answer in this short space. We had a wonderful time here. Elias has made progress even in the time we were here. He is pulling himself up to a standing position with no effort at all. I watched as he enjoyed story time at the local library. I carved a scary pumpkin for him. And, I’ve seen him meet new people with my wife’s special friend, Maureen and her husband who live in Seattle.
But all was not glory. We made a drive to see the Olympic Peninsula but I wasn’t feeling that great so we returned after one night by a road that took us over the famous Tacoma Narrows Bridge (where a previous bridge collapsed due to wind shear back in the 1940’s). We never made it to Forks where the “Twilight” books are set. But there were plenty of signs of the occult and esoteric in places like Port Townsend.
I must say that I did enjoy riding my bike for a few minutes along the Foothills Bike Path, until my front tire blew out. It’s a good thing that I was wearing my helmet because when I fell my head came within two inches of an un-mowed patch of grass!
I also regret having a real coffee from one of those cute little cafes that serve one’s lattes from a drive-thru window. These shacks seem to be particular to the Northwest. I actually did stop at a few of these…but not the ones where the female baristas where bikinis. Personally, I am offended by such a practice. It is so not politically correct. The male baristas should be made to wear bikinis as well…just sayin’.
So, now I’m off on the final leg of the journey. Adventure calls. Strange things will be seen. I’ll even be driving part of the old Route 66, where I hope to get my kicks.
Friends and readers, more posts will be coming your way soon. So, sit back and enjoy.
This time I’ll be following the rising sun.