The silence is broken!

Greetings to you all!

I am attempting right now, with some difficulty, to type this blog as I bump my way along the I75 in Georgia. Looking up from my keyboard I can see that we’ve just passed Perry which, if I remember the map correctly, puts us somewhere in the northern region of the state (more than likely I am wrong about this though).

We have just ticked over in to hour five on the road today, having started out this morning from The Villages down in Florida. There is very little to say about my surroundings right now, except that according to the last three billboards; the way and the truth belongs to Jesus Christ; seat belts save lives; and there is chicken ‘worth stopping for’ at the upcoming Gas and Go. The most picturesque views from today have actually come from the grass verges down in Florida where spring has truly sprung in the form of vivid lilac, violet, and fuchsia-coloured wildflowers.

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Home

There have been times this year, fleeting moments, when my homing instinct kicks in.

A particularly cold snap in the weather that makes you inhale sharply. A low granite grey overcast sky in the morning. Soft green grass that I can run my hands through. Watching Doc Martin on TV and hearing familiar tones and lilts in the characters voices. Eating custard cream biscuits.

I see or hear or smell or taste things that instantly transport me home, just for a second. And it makes smile and I am happy.

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The Washington Coast

As we enter Washington I feel in a state of discombobulation, but I can’t quite put my finger on the reason. I can’t decide if it’s just me in an emotional flux after a disagreement or two with Loops recently, that I’m feeling the pull of home but also feel the added stress of the responsibility with AJ’s upcoming wedding and housesitting, or just that I’ve enjoyed being in Oregon so much that I am not really sure what it is that Washington will have to offer.

Whatever it is, I feel out of sorts.

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Portland and Personalities

Ainsworth State Park proves a useful and peaceful location for us, hosting us for four days, before we head over in to Washington.

Loops and I decide to be active in visiting a couple of the waterfalls nearby, for you cannot visit an area renowned for its waterfalls and then simply ignore them. How rude would that be?

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Bryce Canyon and beyond…

Let’s just get this said upfront and out of the way – any lavish praise you hear of Bryce Canyon is totally justified.

I spent two months of a summer in Salt Lake City, some 13 years ago now, and still remember clearly being reminded almost on a daily basis that I must make the effort to travel south and see Bryce Canyon before I returned home. Well, that opportunity never presented itself, and I’ve always wondered if I missed out.

Now I can tell you, I did.

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Final Flagstaff Days

Our time is up here in Flagstaff and it’s time to shake a leg and move on – because the bus is finally fixed!

Now, just so you know, take that with a little pinch of salt, because while we have changed the exhaust and it seems from our test runs that the fumes no longer overrun the bus (thereby alleviating us of the possibility of dying); we do still have a slight residual smell in the cupboards.

But we’ll deal with that at some point later – for now, let’s drive!

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Cacti, Birders and Bus Repairs

Hand’s up, I admit it, I’ve been procrastinating these past two weeks. Well, at least as far as writing goes. I’ve been as busy as a bee when it comes to my transcription and sewing work.

I’ve managed to complete my first ever, one hour long transcription file (that equates to 7.5 hours of typing and a payment of $33. For the non-mathematicians among us, that’s $4.40 per hour and a really sore back and butt. Yup, I’m living the American dream baby…) AND I’ve made my very first flatty dog, sewn by hand.

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My flatty dog, still flat. Requires more stitches and stuffing!

But yes, of writing there has been none. I guess I’ve just been in slack brain mode, sorry.

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