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The West Coast was fantastic, but after a call from a friend in Colorado, I decided to head down to the Rocky Mountains. My funds being low, and tickets for trains or planes being well over $300 however, I decided to bum it. I searched Craigslist for rideshares out to Colorado and came up with Phillip, a recent Peace Corps volunteer, who was driving back East before he shipped out. I sent him an email right away, and we agreed to share driving and gas money.
I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted here. I wish I had a decent excuse, but I don’t. In the past few weeks I’ve been biking in Vancouver, bumming rides and hitchhiking across America, and skiing in Colorado. My goal this week is to catch up on all of this, although that might be a little ambitious. Here it goes.
My experience in Seattle conjures two events in my mind, Niether of which have anything really in common, nor do they have anything to do with the space needle. No I’m afraid both are tales of drunken revelry and general carousing. Such is life.
Well it’s been a little too long since I’ve posted here; life on the road has had its ups and downs, and money seems to vanish quicker than the January sun. I left Stumptown and headed North to the Emerald city. Portland was fun, but it was time to go. The city seems to be full of dreamers but short on dreams, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to join the ranks of the underpaid bartenders and baristas just yet. Although in Portland these are legitimate career paths, and the city appears to hold them in high esteem like any doctor or lawyer.
Traveling by train, the classic way to tame the west: intrigue, mystery, manifest destiny, the lure and romance of the rails, or at least that’s what I was hoping for. Part of me knew that was a lot to ask of my Amtrack trip through North Dakota, but I’m an optimistic person.
I moseyed on up to The Tin Shed in North East Portland this morning on the recommendation that it’s one of the city’s top breakfast spots. You’ll be happy to know that it is actually located in a “tin shed” but the interior is much more accommodating than one would imagine. In fact it’s pretty damn cozy inside, kind of dark and cramped like a good English pub.
This New Years, for the first time in my life, I’ve made a resolution. Not to run a marathon, eat better, stop swearing, or anything dull and trite. I resolve to travel more, so here I am on a one-way train to Portland OR.
Happy new year everyone.