The Car Is Now Washed
Everything is coming together.
Driving through Capitol Hill this morning, at about 14th St. and E. John, I ran into this pack of hardworking honeys.
Read moreOur New Home Away from Home
I giggled the whole way home from Lyman, Washington, where we picked up our trailer tonight. The idea that a big city kid like me was holding the title for a travel trailer–absurd.
Read morePutting the Dyke Back in RV-as-a-Verb
Bill’s trailer had the right price–cheap, but I started to be wary when he led us back on the highway. We followed the sound of the Harley, his leather jacket with the full-back eagle patch, and the American flag that whipped along from its perch on the bike seat.
Read moreProgress and Setbacks
The plan goes something like this:
Step 1: Sell car. (Check.)
Step 2: Buy car with towing capability. (Check.)
Step 3: Freak out and wonder if this is a good idea. (Check.)
Step 4: Have crappy laptop you just bought a month ago stop taking a charge. Call tech support and cry when you are told to mail the [...]
What Would Jesus Drive?
…if you’ve found your way here because we’re too excited to wait, and we’ve built and quietly spoken about our site, know that this is yet a work in progress. We have to rehome Helen and find a viable, cheap–did I say cheap?–motorhome in order to make it happen.
When it does happen, my wife Ami and I, our six-month-old daughter FJ, and our two not-so-small dogs, Hank and Esmerelda, will load up into our motorhome and leave Seattle. Thus will begin our slow tour of the states (and the District) that recognize our 2008 California Summer of Love marriage. And all the states in between.
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