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11/9/2015

The morning air was crisp and it had a bite. I had a soft glazed donut and fluffy scrambled eggs for breakfast. We were on a tight schedule and we needed to reach the Westin http://www.westinbellevuehotel.com before 10:00 AM. It meant Crystal would have to fight her way through morning traffic to get me there on time. Without a hotel at our destination city, Crystal decided at the last minute to see if the Manager of the hotel would let us stay another evening. She figured it was the most convenient option since it was on our route. We were very grateful to hear the answer come back yes.

Crystal maneuvered the truck from freeway to freeway. We were no longer accustomed to heavy city traffic. I knew she dreaded the congestion but she gritted her teeth and focused on the road...

11/17/2015

For some, vacation is a time to catch up on exercise, visit a new place, or hit the town. For me and Crystal, it meant food, sleep, vegging out, and more sleep. The Westin was the perfect spot for our mini-vacation. Moments after we stepped into our room, a doorman brought a surprise platter to welcome us to Seattle. Cindy Breen had arranged a variety of treats for our gastric pleasure. There was plenty of protein to replenish my muscles, and a rainbow of fruits to refresh my body. I enjoyed some wonderful chocolate chunks and a handful of nuts. I stared out at the city lights from the seventeenth stories above. I thought about the different roads I had travelled and some of the obstacles I had conquered. I pondered the wrong turns, the mistakes, and the missteps...

11/4/2015

The roughest weather of the trip just happened to dump buckets of water on me for the greater part of my penultimate run of stage 3. I sloshed and splashed towards the town of Monroe. The day began with plenty of sidewalk space. When that disappeared the shoulder of the road provided enough room to jump away if a car slid in my direction. The rain was subtle at first. I could have dealt with the drizzle but, when I could not see my hand in front of my face I darted towards shelter. I found myself in the town of Monroe, under the roof of a couple gas pumps. My bones knocked about under my blue plastic poncho that Crystal had saved from Niagara Falls. As luck would have it, Crystal had been parked across the street in a shopping center. The truck flew in like a plane...