Letters Home
*Whew* Long stretch, big stretch.
Thursday morning was bright and sunny again, and our troop lamented the thought of returning to the cold (and often dark, cloudy) north. A breakfast of as many leftovers as we could muster plus a meeting with a mysterious San Franciscan interested in our school left us full and excited to get out in the fresh air.We cabbed it down to the (in)famous Height/Ashbury neighborhood were we quickly got to store hopping. Vintage clothing, shoe makers, custom t-shirts, piercing & tattoos, friendly dogs and their humans, mexican food, big city parks, old friends... we only had a short time until we had to rush to the airport, but we packed it to the brim FER SURE.
(p.s. look who we found!!! Jack's a big city boy now)
PFD filled us breifly in on the history- the original 'hippie movement' started on these very streets! the Dead Head habitat made us feel oddly at home, with a big city feeling was impossible to hide.After our quick dip into San Francisco's personality we got back on a plane up to Seattle where we spent a few hours eating a french fry and some chocolate. Our picnic was structure around a dripping roof and the wheelchair storage, but as you can see we were giggling the whole way home:
Arriving in Spokane we found that The Inquisitor's luggage had loved SF so much that it stayed behind, to be FEDXed home in the next two days or so.
We finally found snow in Rossland, driving through in the wee hours of the morn. The final leg of our trip was quiet and we realized that this adventure may just have been more of a breath in than a breath out.
Farewell, big city, thanks for hosting us mountain girls.
Fang, who looks forward to her toes touching the ocean again soon
& PFD, that human, B, Squinty, The Inquisitor and YUMmy
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