Add another bag and a pillow to the image above and that's it - ALL my luggage - substantially less than what I came down with last time. It'll be interesting to see how well I handle eleven days without my sewing machines. LOL - I miss them already.
The drive so far has been great. As usual, there was less traffic in Canada and a lot more in the US. Both the border and driving through Seattle took about fifteen minutes each which was great and there were no accidents. I just drove along and all went well. I listened to music. In Kamloops, we don't have a Christian radio station. Here, I listened to three different ones coming down the I5. When one got crackly, I found another and kept singing along. I'm sure the other drivers thought I was crazy and oh well.
The weather was sunny when I crossed the border and grew steadily grayer after that. The skies looked almost exactly like the one in the above - from the Internet - picture when I crossed from Vancouver, Washington into Portland, Oregon - via a bridge - which I find completely fascinating. One expanse of steel moves you from this city in that state to that city in this state. So easy now. So complicated years ago when these cities first began.
See what stands out in the rack above? OH the temptation. I deliberately left the driving instructions at home even though I knew that Fabric Depot was only thirteen minutes from the hotel and open until nine. I'm being very strict with myself this trip - both food and fiber wise. When you eat and shop your stress away, it eventually shows which is why...
... I asked the front desk clerk at the hotel for directions to Starbucks. She told me about the one where I'm standing to take this picture first but when I said I was walking, she directed me to another - closer - one. Because I wanted the longer walk, I came to this one - 300 steps - I counted. The hotel is that brown rectangle above the white car. You can see it from Starbucks. Either she thought I was too old, too fat, or too out of shape, or no one walks around here. Too funny.
Since it was in an office area, the Starbucks closed at six o-clock so I did most but not all of my study and then I packed the book bag back into the car and this morning, I'm not going out there wearing my pajamas so - sorry - but I don't have the part I wanted to share with you or the quote. Sigh. Tomorrow.
One good thing about walking to the Starbucks was finding another hotel for next May when I'm down again. The last time I stayed at this hotel, my room was on the other side and quiet. This time, I'm between the highway, the door to the stairwell, and the ice-machine. It's MUCH nosier. Staying only a hundred steps from Starbucks sounds good to me.
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - safe travels