Yesterday I dropped Rye, my dog, off at my friend Cloe’s place. She and her boyfriend, Daniel, are going to take care of him while I’m on trail.
That was the hardest thing. He loves being with me and I don’t want him to feel abandoned. He means so much to me.
Today I dropped my car off with Ashlyn, and I’m heading back on the ferry to see my girlfriend Beth. I have one more night with Beth until I fly out tomorrow.
I’m going to miss her terribly.
It’s funny how this big trip is starting off with so much heartbreak. I’m just glad I have so many ways to keep in touch. I couldn’t imagine being an explorer a century or more ago and leaving with so much uncertainty.
Today we have satellite messengers, intermittent phone service, and a super functional and efficient postal service. Back then it was letters, passing ships, and a lot of hope that they didn’t get sunk or snatched up by pirates.
18 more hours in the Seattle area. Then 36 in San Diego, then it’s feet on the trail and I’m off.
I can’t believe it.
The dog is taken care of. The car is taken care of. I’m checked into my flight and my luggage is paid for. Things are in motion.