Man that was awesome.
2,000 miles, five days and 700 pictures.
If any of you live within a few hours of the Pacific Northwest, go there, immediately. I do believe it is among the most beautiful regions on the planet. Towering mountains, thundering rivers, pristine lakes, rolling hills and the ocean, goddamn is it amazing.
I’ll get into it more tomorrow, but I just wanted to drop the following science:
Flying fucking sucks.
It sucks especially when you’re traveling to a destination to start a journey that isn’t about the destination but all about the journey. Flying is only about the destination, that is its sole purpose, its singular being. Point A to point B and how you can make those points closer together in time either through increased speed, mind numbing television or body numbing muscle relaxers.
You don’t see anything new on a flight, unless you somehow missed the cinematic masterpiece that is You Don’t Mess With The Zohan. You don’t meet anyone new… well maybe one person, and it’s usually their ass or sweaty crotch as it passes your face on the way to the bathroom. You don’t even have any new experiences, well you generally don’t want to have new experiences on planes as 95% of them are deadly since you’re forty thousand feet above the ground.
To have such an amazing experience bookended by such constraint is ironic, I think.