We made it back, and couldn’t be more excited to see the Great Lakes, Great Times state.
Here we stand, freezing our fannies off in Washington. Behind us is the deceiving Mount Rainer, you can’t tell from this picture but we swear that haze of smoke behind us is a thick cloud covering up Mount Rainer and not Woodstock 08.
We relived the riots of Seattle, mounted the horses of Montana and are now making our way back to Michigan. Ahead we see flat plains and yellow lines pointing towards home. We are following these lines and hoping they continue to point us to the next path in our lives. Elly will be moving to London to study something with Human Rights and Kenny will be working (anyone hiring?). We will continue to update the blog for the next couple weeks to put up additional thoughts, pictures and stories that time did not allow us to post while we were on the road. Thank you all for being with us every step of the way, your support made this adventure possible. Much love and stay tuned for the blooper posts.
Pic is of the watering hole in Michigan, North Dakota.
Well, we finally made it up to the top of the West Coast into the great state of Washington! After finding a pretty sketchy motel room to stay in along the way (don’t worry, Elly set up some extra security devices), we spent Friday doing a short hike up Mt. Rainier. We were amazed to see the entire mountain disappear in front of our eyes within 10 minutes as the fog started to descend onto it. If we had come a half hour later, we might not have even known where the 13,210 foot monster was. It was also kind of weird to have a snowball fight only a few weeks after coping with the heat of the desert. Crazy i know! After spending the day in the national park, we made our way to Seattle to meet up with some old friends from camp – Manny, Ewan, Tasha, and Tharp. It was great to catch up with our old pals from Cody and their hospitality was amazing (especially considering we had only let them know of our trip a couple days before). Although we didn’t “ride the duck”, our friends gave us a really good idea of what Seattle and the University of Washington were all about. The two of us also got a chance to explore the city on our own while getting lost and driving all around it for about 2 hours (not like that’s anything new). After a couple nights out with the gang – including several bars, “Step Brothers” the movie, and a Matisyahu concert (not to mention the infamous Beth’s Cafe) – we are saying so long to Seattle. We’ll be slowly making our way across the States over the next week or so, and will try to soak up as much of the countryside as possible. We’re very excited to get back home and share all of our experiences with our friends and family. We’ll keep you up-to-date on how this journey goes and keep your eyes out for some new pictures and videos soon!
While in Portland we discovered that the great city was having a celebration, in fact it was having a festival. The Oregon Brewers festival. Naturally we figured “when in Rome” and grabbed a skyphos.
Here we met many other wondering Michiganders and chatted over samples of beers like “Dragons Milk” and “Hell or High Watermelon.”
After the festival we went to hear some spoken word poetry soaked with music and art. It was such a great time hearing those vegans play, and meeting Svetolskcki, a Latvian journalist who was traveling in the US for a little while.
The only downer about Portland was the friendly parking ticket that was left for us on the car window shield. We had decided to spend the night in the car, but wanted to make sure we parked it in a safe spot, across the street from Tiffany’s. But it seams Portland’s parking meter enforcers wake up pretty early, at least earlier than us. We guess we wont be parking in metered lots anymore. Lesson learned.
So we are sure we’re not the only ones in Generation Me to have thought about traveling to San Francisco in hopes of seeing just a smidge of what life was like in the golden years, when hippies were prancing down the streets carrying protest signs and shouting lyrics of love. But when we marched down to what I thought was the mecca of the past, Haight-Ashbury we found a McDonalds. No no, I mean there were your standard overly priced vintage stores and progressive bookstores but besides that the street was overtaken by tourists who had way to much money. And yes, there was a McDonalds.
So we realized that the street has reflected a generation, and has changed in the same way many of those dreamers have.