Yesterday was eight hundred miles of driving. Sixteen hours. Coffee and pie that no doubt had hydrogenated oils in it. Loud music and a fair amount of herb. I was primarily navigator, passenger, and disc jockey. Nice ride, up all night.
Today I find myself in Wenatchee Washington, staying at the family home of partner Heather. Meeting the folks is a good time to be nervous, and so I am, but as long as I don’t seem stupid, I don’t mind seeming quiet. Of interest is that part of this trip is to gauge Wenatchee as a suitable place for me to settle for a while after the NBiC internship this summer, so I am observing and considering the scene from that perspective as well. With an urban population pressing fifty five thousand residents, Wenatchee is technically considered a “metropolis”, but is perhaps a small market to work the miraculous attempts at employment I am building the spleen for.
It’s this or Reno.
‘Nuff said.