The day before we departed, was spent running errands: replacing my bike registration, repairing Chris's car, packing to leave, finishing last touches to motorcycle maintenance, obtaining international drivers licenses, buying motorcycle insurance and saying our "good beys." Things were going amazingly well and we determined that we would arrive in Portland around 10. All was going as planned until we couldn't find Chris's Passport.
It was 11:00 by the time we gave up our search. We sat down and had a drink, waiting to for Brown Sr. to come home and open the safety deposit box. Halfway through The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, a 3 hour spaghetti western, we found out the safety deposit box didn't have it either. Sleepy and slightly overwhelmed by the day, I retired to the guest room at the Brown residence. The thought process involved waking up and searching around and getting to Portland during daylight hours.
One day later on our already belated departure. I felt a little like an astronaut waiting getting news of another delayed launch.
I am sorry Anna, I should have let you know I was still in town. Some how my mind had left Seattle and forgot my body.
Cameron
1 comment:
thats okay. I was getting kind of tired of saying goodbye, anyway.
Hope you're doing okay down there. Try to be relatively safe.
Anna
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