Port Angeles to Los Angeles-Day 1
Trip Start Jul 22, 2009
163Trip End Ongoing
Up early for the 2 hour drive to get to Victoria and catch the ferry to Port Angeles, Washington. The ferry was leaving at 10h30 but you have to be there an hour and a half earlier so that they can do a security inspection.
The roads are dry and clear and there's little traffic on this Saturday morning. The drive goes faster than the GPS indicated was required and I get to the ferry terminal by 8h30. What to do for 2 hours? Go for a walk. Wander around the ferry terminal. Grab a bite to eat. Wait for the inspection.
Two inspectors show up, see my trailer, read what it says, ask WHAT it's all about, ask where I'm going, how long I'll be gone, take a quick look inside, and I'm good to go. Wow! Now that was easy.
Still an hour to kill. Call my cell phone company. Add some roaming options. Using the data function while in the US will cost a bundle and voice calls are over a $1.50 per minute. Have to try and avoid having a $500 phone bill.
Decide to give the kids a call while it doesn't cost me extra (my current plan allows me to call anywhere in Canada and the US for free as long as I'm in Canada). Send Nick a text message to ask if it's a good time to call. No reply. Time to board. On the ferry and call Katrine. We chat a while as we get on our way. The sun is shining.
Nick texts me. He can chat. Tell him it's too late, we're about to get to Port Angeles. Tell him we can chat on Skype tonight. Get to the Customs office. Couple of questions. Where going? How long? And I'm good to go. My life is amazing. Car, motorcycle, all my possessions, business advertising on my trailer...and I'm into another country in no time flat. YEAH! Thanks God/Universe!
The drive from Port Angeles to the interstate is twisty 2 lane highway. I start following a motorhome that was on the ferry. The drive is going quite well. Come across two young female hitchhikers carrying backpacks, hesitate for a second as to whether I should pick them up...don't. The scenery is breathtaking as I meander along the various waterways with the Olympic Mountains to my right.
Continue my drive. Start thinking about the hitchhikers. The spot where they were waiting had an area where I could have pulled over quite easily. I should have picked them up. My imagination keeps me occupied for a while. Middle age male. Two young, beautiful female hitchhikers. Yes, I watch too many movies and TV shows. But why not? Our thoughts DO create our lives. How does imagining two young female strangers impact the future? Only time will tell.
Get to the Interstate at Olympia. It's been raining for the last little while. The drive is going well. Traffic isn't too bad on a long weekend Saturday afternoon. No major cities to drive through until I get to Oregon.
Decide to stop in Vancouver and get a hotel room. Turn off the highway. Decision...left or right? Turn right. WRONG! No hotels in that direction. Get the GPS to indicate where the hotels are. They're all on the OTHER side of the Interstate. Long way round (sounds like a movie) and I get to Highway 99 through Vancouver. Come up to a motel. Nope. Long driveway and I'm not too sure about being able to get out with trailer. Keep driving.
Budget Inn. Big sign out front. $22 per night. Now this could be an experience. Pull in and park. Walk to the office. Older female clerk asks whether I want a shared bathroom? Nope. Will be $50 for the night. She takes my ID. States that I look 10 years younger than my birth date indicates. I've heard that before. Another client (young female) walks in. She's dripping wet. Looks like she was in the shower. Asks the clerk for another towel. Hmmm!
Room wasn't quite what I expected for $50. The $22 would have been about right. The room I'm in is in an alcove where they have the pop and ice machines.
Take a walk. Find a restaurant and have some supper. Then get the computer set up and chat with Nick for a while on Skype. Then watch Mythbusters on TV the rest of the night. Traffic is heavy outside to the pop machine. Looks like it's going to be a noisy night.