Monday, July 30, 2007


Our Seattle homies threw us a little sending off party (good riddance?) at the Barking Dog (a.k.a. the Stray Dog to us insiders) around beer, food, and stories. Even the beautiful Stella graced us with her presence, and annointed the trip as one worthy of the royal blessing. Party is probably too big a word, more like a gathering among friends. The honorable Dik Lang signed our ship's travel log and assured us safe passage through Hells Canyon, though he knew we weren't headed that way. Lt. Commander Ruebel said he received word the roads were clear and that bandits have been warned to steer clear of "The Great White Van," lest they receive punishiment from the Ballard contingent. Thank you Chewy for arranging the ceremony.

Funny how when it comes down to the wire you start to get excited about being on the road, wandering as you wish, with no concrete agenda, but at the same time a kind of sadness sets in. Sadness of leaving friends behind, sadness of leaving the familiarity. Diana said she felt sad when she left her office for the last time (imagine that!). Yes we are heading into some beautiful places, and yes we will be blown away. But we do love our Seattle (even though it rains 365 days a year here, right folks?).

Esther's on her way up to meet us and we'll pull out onto the freeway (I-5 North towards Vancouver B.C.) on Wednesday morning sometime. Adam and his better half Amanda will meet us Wednesday night or Thursday morn (I can't remember) in Squamish. Brent and his better half Emily will show up Friday night I believe. And so it begins, while at the same time our life here in Seattle is coming to a close, like the setting sun, which is the reason for the picture in this post, that hopes to capture my feelings of an ending to something special.

Monday, July 23, 2007


So we will begin our trip on Wednesday August 1st with a jaunt in Squamish BC, land of the hairy sasquatch, playing on the rocks that are scattered around this, North America's southern-most fjord. Squamish is a climbing mecca. A kite boarding mecca. A mountain biking mecca. It's just mecca. Home of the 2010 Winter Olympics. Well technically speaking the Olympics will be held in Vancouver and Whistler, but Squam (or Squish as Adam likes to call it), is the place where everyone will board buses from Vancouver to head up to Whistler for the snow events. Squamish. Where crabs rest with coyotes, and the hills spill free Kokanee from the glaciers above.