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I've had an adventure. And now I am home. [Oct. 26th, 2015|02:15 pm]
Zoethe
We are coming up on the first anniversary of my mother's death. When she died, she left me her cedar chest and my great-grandmother's treadle sewing machine. But these items were in Montana, at the home my sister now owns, and getting them from Hamilton to Rocky River was a logistics nightmare. Shipping them would be expensive and a lot to ask of my sister. Renting a U-haul to drive them across country was also expensive.

And then I got a brilliant idea for a harebrained scheme. I would fly to Seattle, visit friends there, and buy a used van for cheap. When I got back home, I would sell the van for essentially the same amount that I bought it.

And so I took off for Seattle on a one-way ticket, relying on friends to help me in the quest for a van. Friends and Craig's List. On day one I sent off emails and texts to an assortment of folks with vans listed and then went for a walk in the neighborhood. It was amazing to be once again in a place where neighborhood gardens can look like this:


And then you cross the street and walk immediately into this:


I hiked down off the bluff, finding a charming waterfall at the bottom of the hike:


I really do love the PNW.

When I got back, there was an email from a person living across the sound, telling me his van was still available. So the next morning I figured out the bus and ferry system and chugged myself out to Bellevue. The ferry ride was lovely, in spite of the rain:


The person who put up the ad, however? Not nearly as lovely. After three buses and a ferry ride, I found myself standing in a grocery store parking lot, no van in sight. And no further response from the person. It was someone's idea of a prank call for the 21st century.

I was pissed. And my feelings were hurt. I worked my way back and started on the process of finding more vans. The next day, I found the perfect van. I swear that karma was involved, because in order to make myself feel better about the wasted day I bought a homeless person a sandwich.

Anyway, here's Sebastian:


He's a 1999 Ford F250 Econoline with 250,000 miles and great maintenance. He's a real working van, with built-in shelves and drawers in the back. Working AC, cruise control, and an updated stereo that has an auxiliary jack. I could listen to my tunes for the rest of the trip!

Sebastian secured, I spent one last day visiting in Seattle, then went down to Portland to see family and my best buddy from high school. Had a great time, then headed for Montana. Spent a couple days with my sis, loaded up the furniture, and headed for Yellowstone National Park. Yellowstone wowed me. Just gorgeous, lots of wildlife, and geysers. This beautiful river was right at the entrance, and then this amazing formation looked like a glacier but was actually minerals and bacteria growing in a mineral stream:







It was late when I arrived, so I had to work my way out of the park to find somewhere to camp. Even though the weather was gorgeous, all the park campgrounds were closed for the season. The place I found was a forest service campground 5 miles off the highway, where I camped all by myself under amazing stars.

I hung my food in a tree, then laid on the picnic table looking up at the sky until I heard a footsteps. Turning on my flashlight, I shined it right into the face of a coyote about 10 feet away from me. I shooed him off, but was suddenly very aware of how alone I was. Time to lock myself up in the van!!

The next morning I got up early and returned to the park. This was when I got into the caldera. As beautiful as Yellowstone was just for its natural environment, holy cow was this awesome! Even though it was raining, I stopped at every hiking area and walked around the wooden paths that were set up all around.





And, at last, I arrived at Old Faithful. The first thing I did was go to the Visitor Center to see what time the next eruption was predicted. Only 20 minutes! Perfect time to use the bathroom, get a drink of water, and snag a picture from this big guy, who was lying right outside the door to the Visitor Center:


Right after I took this, the ranger came out to chase people away from the bison. Because of course it's half a ton of sleepy critter that could suddenly turn cranky. Eep!

Then it was out to the platform where less than 100 people waited for the geyser. Ended up talking with a cute family and explaining to their boys that a prediction wasn't the same as someone flipping a switch. But the geyser went off within 5 minutes of the prediction. I was surprised by how quiet it was, and how long it lasted.

So this is my Old Faithful video. There are many out there like it, but this one is my own:


I stood there, thrilled, watching. And then I was suddenly sad. I had been loving my independence and traveling at my pace, but having no one to share with was suddenly lonely. I left Old Faithful and headed on through the park, spontaneously deciding to head for Grand Tetons National Park with the idea that, after seeing the mountains, I would head for Mt. Rushmore.

It was raining and cloudy, so my peek at the Tetons was minimal. But I headed north along the Wind River Valley, one of the prettiest drives I've ever experienced. It was granite ruggedness followed by Badlands-style landscape followed by red rock canyon country. Alas, no pictures because it was raining.

But at that point, all I was was homesick. So I turned east and started hoofing it. I drove down and across Wyoming, getting into Nebraska. That night I called Ferrett. "I know I was supposed to be out here for another 8 days, but do you mind if I come home day after tomorrow?"

Ferrett had been quietly lonesome and miserable, missing me terribly but not saying anything because he wanted me to be happy and enjoy myself. He was *thrilled* to get me back early. I cranked across Nebraska at 85 mph, blew through Iowa, and stayed the night with friends in Chicago. I slept in that morning and got home at dinner time last Tuesday.

Now Sebastian sits in our driveway, and I'm sort of attached to him. Rather than selling him, he may become a camper for us. And I'm glad to be snuggled in the arms of my sweet weasel, every night.

I'm glad I had my adventure, and I'm glad I had home to come home to.
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[User Picture]From: mplsindygirl
2015-10-26 08:17 pm (UTC)
Seattle, Portland, Yellowstone - all places I've visited often and love to go back whenever I can. What a wonderful idea you had! Including the 'go home sooner than planned' part :)
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[User Picture]From: andrewducker
2015-10-26 08:18 pm (UTC)
That really does sound like an adventure. I'd love to visit Yellowstone some day. And seeing a coyote up close sounds thrilling (and presumably not that dangerous).
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[User Picture]From: bunny42
2015-10-26 08:39 pm (UTC)
I love seeing places like that, but... not with no one to share them with. It's what keeps me from traveling. I feel the same way about going to concerts. Sure, I love the performers and the venue, but it's just not the same when I can't share it. Even baseball games. I once had season tickets to the Marlins, went to about half the games. Alone. Unless I could find someone who wanted to come with. It's just not the same. Ain't it great that you HAVE someone to share with? So do I, now. Next time you'll know.
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[User Picture]From: coeli
2015-10-26 09:26 pm (UTC)
What a wonderful adventure! The Yellowstone portion in particular has my attention - it's an amazing place and I haven't been there for thirty years.
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[User Picture]From: ba1126
2015-10-26 09:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks for sharing your awesome adventure!! I'd love a hance to do the same!!
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[User Picture]From: tfcocs
2015-10-26 10:41 pm (UTC)
This is an awesome travelogue. I think I have the best time when I travel alone.
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[User Picture]From: greybeta
2015-10-27 02:41 am (UTC)
Quite the recollection of adventures, Mrs. Ferrett. They do say home is where heart is. =)
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