Yesterday Oregon greeted us with a hurricane of insects. We read “welcome” but only heard the onslaught of unidentified flying objects collide with our 14-year-old windshield. “Tick, tick, thud, thud, bam, squash.” Several hours later, in Bend, we took a look at the damage. Our van was covered in a thin film of dried brown and green flying creatures. Dan and I are on the road.
A massive gas fire in San Bruno lit up the Thursday night sky for Dan’s arrival from Boston. The following day we purchased overpriced wood from the local Mill Valley Lumber Yard and built our storage/sleeping unit. Our possessions are comfortably nestled in 56 cubic feet of storage space. Our bodies fit in the 20” space between our gear and the roof.
After months of planning and preparation we’re now on the road. Last night was our first in the van. We slept brilliantly after several hours of dance clubbing with Dan’s friend Rachael and a crew from Bend. Today it’s off to Smith Rock.
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