West Coast (my fingers are making a W)

So I have moved out here to the West Coast (coincidentally, did you know that it is also the 'best coast'?! crazy, I know.)
Goal is to see new places, make money, have good times in Seattle and eventually, when I'm ready, return to The B'east coast to make the bread oven happen fo' real.
The drive out, apart from my driving partner's sudden, quickly passing, and violent illness (he was poisoned by a serb) was pretty uneventful. In South Dakota it was even warm enough to eat lunch in Rapid City outside in shirtsleeves.
We slid into Seattle in a dusky fog and only the outlines and presence of the enormous trees of the magical forest.

Yesterday I headed down to Sumner near Tacoma where Schneider has a droplot. It may possibly be the most beautiful droplot in the world.
I waited there most of the day for a driver who was going to give me a ride down to the Portland Operating Center where I would pick up a truck. She was delayed at a shipper in Seattle (picking up crates of broken glass from TVs to be recycled.) Eventually we got down here, I found my truck and moved myself in.

This morning it is snowing in Portland as I am waiting to deliver my first West Coast load which has a stop in Portland and another in Fife, Washington, also near Tacoma.

Standby for more delightful adventures from the left coast.



Here's a view of the Olympics from Carkeek park which is not far from where I am crashing in Seattle:















And some ice on the beach beneath my feet: