Wyoming snow
fence.
There’s poop in
the yard.
Oh wait.
That’s deer poop.
Cool!
Now we’re in
Idaho.
August
Washington to Colorado trip map
We’re on our way
back to Colorado. The couch we bought in June has finally arrived at
Vanlife Customs, the installer we’re working with in Arvada. We have a
date with them next week.
How many people get to hold an American
Kestrel
…..and a Great Horned Owl
…on the same day.
One of Andy’s responsibilities is to supervise animal mitigation efforts. Lucky for me, the wildlife
biologist in their employ caught an owl and a kestrel this morning. I got
to go talk with him while he banded them. He records all the specifics
then carries them an appropriate distance away for release. If they get
them the right distance away, most of them don’t come back. If they do
come back and they get trapped again, the birds will be in the database.
Andy, you rock!
We drove back to
Edmonds by way of Aberdeen, Shelton, and Kingston and took the short ferry ride
the rest of the way to Edmonds.
Jesse, still
rocking the camping vibe.
Judy still rocking
the ferry boat ride vibe.
Drove down to Portland today to visit Elisa
and Solomon.
Waited for traffic to clear through
Seattle, then made it there by lunch. Had a nice time. Had some
good food. Talked and talked and talked.
Jesse came with us. We walked the
dogs together. She was in this picture too but wasn’t tall enough to make
the frame. She and Solomon bonded immediately, and he is now her new best
friend.
It’s quite a journey Solomon is on.
It took over two years to get his travel visa to come from Ghana to Portland so
they could get married. (They thought about getting married first, before
he got his visa, but that would have slowed down the process even more.)
Elisa can travel freely, so she was able to fly over and spend some time with
him while they waited for the visa. Now that he has his travel visa
though, he can be here, but he’s not allowed to work. He can live here
and enjoy it, but he can’t settle in and get a job, he can just visit.
Ironically, with a travel visa he’s not allowed to travel either. If he
leaves the country, he loses his status and can’t come back without starting
the process all over. Well, now that he’s been here over a year, he just
got his work permit, and has been able to get on as a host at Red Robin.
Now life in America is opening up more for him and while he works at Red Robin
he can consider what other work opportunities might open up for him. He
has some experience in sales and he knows a lot of tech stuff. The next
step, after some time at this level, he can get his permanent residency
card. A few more years after that he can apply for citizenship.
What a process, but he’s determined enough to do it. Both of them are
determined enough. It’s a joint effort and it’s so nice to watch them
work their way through all this together.
Elisa still works for Wells Fargo where she
has for at least eight years. After Solomon got here, they moved to a
larger apartment, but only a block away from the last apartment so it wasn’t
hard to find them. Visiting, walking, eating, talking, it didn’t take
long to run out of time. Judy and I left Portland before dark and drove
partway back north to stop for the night to camp at Paradise Point State Park
in Washington.
Kyle has been
working his way up to do an Ironman triathlon. Swimming, bicycling,
running. Two miles, 100 miles, 26.2 miles. All in one day. He
has placed well in swim meets and runs up to and including the marathon
distance. He has done triathlons up to the half Ironman.
The day finally
came for the full Ironman today. He’s at an event in Penticton,
Canada. Except that the lake water was too cold. Out of safety
concerns, the organizers had to cancel the swimming portion. They went
ahead with the rest of it though. We got to track his progress with our
cellphones all day long, by way of the gps tracker on his bib. Kyle
completed the bicycle section in 7 hours, 17 minutes. He pulled out of
the marathon at about 15 miles though. Having the swim cancelled and
sitting around for the next four hours might have thrown off his mental plan
and eating. This was one of the hilliest Ironman routes. He says he
might do more hill training next time, and maybe choose a flatter event.
We hope he is as proud of how much he has accomplished so far, as all of the
rest of us are of him.
The view from the top.
We found a newt walking next to a trail.
They’re not very big, 6 inches. I
blew him up for the picture.
Now we’re back in Edmonds.
Forest trails.
A scenic overlook
The Dungeness Spit
is a 5 mile walk to get to the end. We didn’t go all the way.
Fog rolling in.
We left Texas to
stay out of the heat. It stayed cold here all day. At one point we
went back into the van, turned on the engine and ran the heater on high to warm
up. We have sleeping bags that are rated to 30 degrees. We stay
toasty all night, even when it’s cool out. Saw an orca.
I may have given a
false impression that we got a kitty. Mister Kitty is already Christie’s
cat. Jesse is very wary of Mister Kitty at Christie’s house. We
didn’t add to our own menagerie.
Now we’re at
Deception Pass State Park.
Still thinking
about Lewis and Clark. They were on a mission to find the fabled
Northwest Passage to the Pacific Ocean, starting with locating the headwaters
of the Missouri River. After months of travel, naming rivers as they go,
they came to a spot where the river split into three. It seems to me they
could have determined one of those rivers to be a continuation of the Missouri
and named the other two. Instead, they decided that the Headwaters of the
Missouri was the confluence of these three different rivers. What are the
chances they stood there at that aquatic intersection discussing their options
and said “I’m feeling a little tired of following the Missouri, how about
you? What do you say we just name all three as different rivers, declare
their confluence the headwaters, call it a day, and move on!”
A ferry ride to
Kingston. Crepes. Walked around the parks. Ice cream.
Walked around the harbor. Talked to strangers. Thought about
Henry. Talked to strangers about Henry. A ferry ride back to
Edmonds. It was peaceful.
He stretched it
out as long as he could, eight months, but he ran out of time today. He
didn’t have anything left. It was a peaceful leaving.
Our first day with
him.
He worked hard.
Played hard.
Rested hard.
Big brother to
little Jesse.
And helped around
the house.
He has been a very
good boy.
He was fourteen.