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So low solo trip, part eight.
When I got off the plane, I ordered an Uber back to Grace's house. She wouldn't be there, but she was nice enough to make sure Matt brought me the key so I could get in and make myself at home. I'd only be in LA for a couple nights. I don't know what I was thinking, but I must've gotten too cocky, because I had ordered a ticket to see one of my ( Read more... ) -
DaveandkaraUStour2011: Days forty-four, forty-five, and forty-six.
The extensive sleeping we did underneath the protection of that one big tree and the comfort of dead grass was beautiful. Every now and then, I'd wake up to tiny ants crawling up my arms, tickling me, and I'd look across the street at the bus stop and the people waiting around, looking back at me. We probably would have slept even later had we not ( Read more... ) -
DaveandkaraUStour2011: (The rest of) Day forty-two and forty-three.
Mike dropped us off right outside the exit we needed to get off to get into Bellevue. He had to keep going on his way to Kent. So we hopped out of his truck, he handed Kara $20, and bid us farewell. He was definitely one of the nicest humans beings, let alone truckers, we'd ever met, on this trip or the last. Within seconds of standing there, ( Read more... ) -
DaveandkaraUStour2011: Days forty-one and forty-two.
At 5:30 in the morning, we woke up to timed sprinklers going off from every direction at the opposite end of the lawn we were sleeping on. We were still confident that we were in the clear. But then the ones around us set off, sending high-pressured blasts of water over our heads and gear. We jumped up and ran away and stood paralyzed as we watched ( Read more... )
