Been doing a lot of driving lately. Between covering high school playoffs and a trip to Walla Walla for Madison's funeral, I've traveled 2,238 miles in less than three weeks. That equals 37.3 hours of driving. That's nearly a work week.
I haven't been alone though. Most of the sports trips I've had a dog with me. Walla Walla had Nat and both the dogs. But always I've had my old Polaroid 103 along for the ride. It's been making appearances at many stops along the road.
Umatilla, Or.
Adna, Wa.
Montesano, Wa.
South Bend, Wa.
Raymond, Wa.
Westport, Or.
Kalama, Wa.
Travel is coming again, but instead of for work for myself.
The Kerouac poem "October in the Railroad Earth" reminds me of where I'm going to return to work on my book project next week. Once again looking at my original hometown and what it means to me now.
The clarity of Cal., break your heart. I'll see you again soon.
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