Dad and Sue were in town visiting for a few days for his annual checkup at SCCA. So naturally, we spent some time at our favorite watering holes: Shilshole Marina and the ferry to and walk around Bainbridge Island. While they were here, I also shot this little 16mm motion picture film of the two of them pretending to meet for the first time. And of course, Wesley stars.
Just back from 10 days off the grid, hiking alone from the Glacier Peak Wilderness to Snoqualmie Pass. The first three days was spent very much alone, on a trail that hadn’t been maintained or visited in months. Then on the forth day I hit the Pacific Crest Trail and headed south. Within a couple hours I crossed paths with several through hikers heading north, a week from completing what would have been a four month trek from Mexico to British Columbia. Pretty impressive, that. And though I spent considerable time that day contemplating a similar trip, I was none the less quite content with the peaceful lake I had come to for the evening.
While I have done several other backpacking trips in recent years, none of them kept me off the phone, internet and various other digital trappings quite this long. A strange, but no doubt very healthy thing to do more often.
Just finished scanning the last remaining films from the road trip and will post a few on the North America gallery page and the Egypt gallery page. I’m currently working on some short movies related to previous posts and untold moments, and soon hope to start a more ambitious project inspired by the trip. To anyone interested, I’m offering the free exhibition of ten images from My Egyptian Revolution, to any gallery, school or public space. I have a few sets of large prints that I would be happy to send out. Underlying all the photographs of beautiful scenery and iconic sites are a series of interesting stories about hitting the road, and the pros (and cons) of opening yourself up to new things.
The U2 concert was an epic production on a beautiful spring night at Seattle’s football stadium, and there was some 70,000 people there. It was a nice surprise to get a little VIP treatment, despite doing very little to deserve it. That’s a picture of me holding one of The Edge’s guitars, and Eddie Vedder came by to say hello. Though the best part of the night was simply getting to hang out with my old friend, George.
After securing a little place today in the Greenlake neighborhood of Seattle, Wes and I made the short drive down to Portland—marking the end of my 25,000+ mile journey with a late dinner and movie at my favorite Oregon institution. Instead of a holiday barbeque or proper veteran remembrances tomorrow, I will be spending the day organizing my stuff and packing up a moving truck. And somewhere in there, I will try to turn the page.
TUESDAY – THURSDAY:
After a couple nice visits during my travels around the Northeast and on either side of Egypt, I said goodbye yesterday to my dad and Sue, and their peaceful home in Honeoye Falls, New York. We are all getting old, but it’s not too late to stay young and foolish. Music is “Almost Home” by Hem.
The country view from the back seat of my dad’s Forester this evening, as we hit the Lima Diner for the Friday night fish fry. After driving 7000 miles or so around the Northeast, I have stopped in upstate New York for a few days before finally setting a course for home.
Everyone knows I like to drive—the freedom of the road and all that. But having finally finished that long road through Labrador, I am of the informed and objective opinion that it totally sucked. The three towns were interesting, in an X-Files sorta way, and the monotone wilderness was lovely for the first few miles. Beyond that, the only redeeming value of this experience is being able to say I’ve done it, and now knowing better what’s not there. I reached the Quebec coast last night and I’m now in Montreal seeking a suitable elixir. All that being said, can I once again say what an awesome dog Wesley is. The king of all road dogs was so patient these past few days. He doesn’t know it yet, but after some time here and camping in Vermont, his reward will be another week hanging out in Honeoye Falls, taking a few country walks with Sue.
I’ve been spending the last few days driving one of the most remote roads left in North America—a lonely, 1000 mile trek from Blanc-Sablon, Quebec (on the border, right near the Labrador ferry terminal) to Baie-Comeau. About 800 miles of this drive are on a rough and rocky road, which greatly diminishes my appreciation for the wild. There’s no route along the coast, so it’s the only way to drive from Labrador to the States without taking a ferry back through Newfoundland. There’s not much out here except for some bear, moose, caribou, and a few small, industrial towns several hundred miles apart. Goose Bay used to be an US Air Force base, Churchill Falls is an underground power plant, and Labrador City (where I am tonight), is a huge mine. I feel very out of place here as I’m not a worker or part of a worker’s family. Everyone drives the same kind of truck with orange flags on them, and all the pre-fab houses are pretty much the same. There’s a dirt brown sheen to everything.
Got a flat tire this afternoon, in the middle of nowhere, and was dealt a special kind of surprise when discovering my truck’s OEM tire wrench didn’t fit the bolts of those fancy custom wheels of mine. So, with no other option available… I waited. And waited. And waited. I think Wes was a little confused. A couple hours later, a truck came by that had the tool I needed. Seems like people around here are prepared for this kind of thing. I was almost prepared. So, I bought the wrench from the guy for $5 bucks and spent the next hour swapping out the flat for the matching spare. I was happy to beat the rains that came, and by the time I finished up, I had a dirt brown sheen to me. Suddenly, I felt like I belonged.