I'm infinitely more fucked-up than I thought I would be. I
thought I'd be totally sober. There've been no roadside tragedies. Some stupid
mistakes, but nothing tragic. I don't even feel my ankle anymore.
Another Montana quote from Digger: "Nothing comes from
Montana unless it's either a piece of shit or else it's too god-damned good for
society."
"Anything to add?"
"All you need to do is live in Montana for a week to
understand the whole entire state. Amen to that".
"This is Digger, I wish you guys the best on your trip.
I hope you keep your rubber down & the wind in your hair, or your hair in
the wind; and if you smoke a bowl, think of us."
In Alaska, the first bowl will be dedicated to Digger &
Chuck and the first beer will be dedicated to James & Jamie in Gillette,
Wyoming.
10:00 pm: We just came out of a Burger King in Spokane,
having dropped off Digger & Chuck. Digger's full of shit, but he knows how
to entertain his rides. He bought us a lot of alcohol. I am pretty fucking
drunk! Let's make sure that windshield wiper is on good. Do we wanna go to the
store? The Gill Brothers just spilled both of their coffees. If we find a
Goodwill, maybe we can get some stuff. Maybe we'll find a raft.
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| Mel's foot. |
1:21 am: We're coming into the "Indian John Hill Rest
Area" on West 90. "Limit your stay to 8 hours", we'll be fine,
park under that light. We're gonna stay here tonight. My ankle feels like hell
& my head feels like shit.
10:02 am: The rest of the crew just got up. I've been up for
hours, reading. There were some punk kids having a blast going around knocking
on windows & stuff. They avoided this van when they saw me though. I think
one of them shit in the urinal, but luckily one of the attendants cleaned it up
already. I guess we're going to get up, change clothes, head to Seattle or a
suburb of Seattle & go to the grocery store.
I'm gonna clean myself up so much that I'll feel like a
King, gonna shine like a diamond, gonna look like I came out of a beauty
parlor, gonna wash my armpits.
I found an old cigarette case in my jacket with a roach in
it. I'm glad we found it before the border police did.
Day 6, 11:42 am: East of Seattle, beautiful pine trees, mountains
& power lines. I'm smoking a roach and Laura's scraping the bowl. We're
going through the first tunnel of the trip! It was a short one, but it was fun.
We've been welcomed to Isaquah. We're gonna go to
"Tourist Information" so we can find a camp store and a grocery store
and get all the shit we need for Canada. There are some really bright flowers
to our right. Really big, like a pineapple-sized flower. Far-Far's Danish Ice
Cream, that's one of the reasons why I'd like to live in Seattle for a year. We're
gonna go to the "Farmer's Market."
The Farmer's Market had no vegetables! They're out of season
and we didn't want any flowers.
3:15 pm: We're at K-Mart in Bellingham, about an hour away
from the Canadian border & there's a crow flying over the parking lot and I
just bowed to it. We're gonna get a new tank for our stove. Well, we haven't
tried it since we left Bozeman. Let's try it...After re-examining the Coleman
Stove, it works! Laura has two tattoo decals from K-Mart, a butterfly & a
heart with wings and she's put them both on her arm.
Here we go, quart of oil in the van and we're ready for the
long run out of the country. It's been nice being in Seattle. Lots of coffee
everywhere.
4:34 pm: The border is in sight and we're the only gritty
van in this cluster. We really do stick out, but they probably see a lot of
this. There are a lot of people in front of us and a lot of people behind us.
Hopefully they'll just say, "Fuck it. Go on through" and we'll go.
OH! Hide the Mountie figure! They didn't like that last time. They don't drive
around with, like, FBI Agent figures in their cars.
I just flashed a peace sign to an old guy in a Volvo and he
smiled really big & flashed it back. Maybe he's an old hippie. We're about
five car lengths from the border and it doesn't look like anybody's being
stopped. That's because they see us back here. I bet we get stopped. If we're
not careful, we're gonna overheat! Our Customs Official is wearing a hat with
dark glasses and has a dark mustache & short hair.
Can we make it past Border Patrol? If so, then Welcome to Canada!
Follow us on to British Columbia
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