Day 3, Monday, 5.18.09
[Hey friends! This is the post for day 3, I wrote it last night but didn’t have internet at the Medford house - more about that in this post. I’m currently sitting in a Peet’s in downtown Portland. I’ve got a 3+ hour drive ahead of me but I’m feelin good. I’ll tell more of Portland when I write tonight, I just had to make sure I got last night’s post up before I write tonight - I’m trying to catch up so the posts go up the day I write em. Thanks for reading, enjoy!]
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I’m still kind of uneasy as I’m writing this, but I’m safely(?) settled in the house in Medford, Oregon. The reason for the doubt is that it’s just a tad creepy here. I got here at about 7:15, drove up the long steep driveway to the house that’s hidden from the road, parked, got out, and the first thing I did was look for an address on the house (at the bottom of the driveway to the side it had said “5366” which was the address I was looking for, but it was hard to tell for sure whether it directly corresponded to this house - I had already made that mistake once). I went up the wooden stairs on the outside of the house to the loft where I was to be staying. I knocked. No answer. I tested the door and it was open. I looked around inside to check if anyone was there, and there was no one. I felt really weird walking around an unknown house belonging to some complete strangers in Oregon, as I feel was somewhat of a rational feeling. I searched for something that would identify the family as being the one I’m supposed to be staying with... I finally came to the bookshelf and thought, “these people seem like the kind of people who would sign their name on the inside of their books”, you know what I mean... sure enough, I opened the first hardback that caught my eye, which happened to be Faith of My Fathers by John McCain, and found the family’s last name scrawled on the first page. Relief (sort of). I moved all my stuff in, showered, and am now laying in bed, still weirded out but gradually getting better.
Today was exhausting... can I just say that California is way too long of a state? As I got closer and closer to my destination I kept checking around and checking my map, thinking I should be in Oregon, only to find I was STILL in Nor Cal. The drive was pretty here and there, but a large part of it was just the extremely monotonous I-5 through flatland for miles on either side, for hours a stretch. I did split it up a little however, by going to see the Lake Shasta Dam. I saw a huge mountain covered in snow up ahead of me (Shasta), so I decided I’d exit in the town before it and explore. I saw dam signs (har har) so I followed them. The dam was insane. It literally gave me a headache. I walked across it, walked back, then drove across it. As I walked across, I kept looking at the same general area of scenery in front of me and noticed that no matter how far I walked, the perspective never changed - the picture in front of me never shifted, it was just far too massive. I by no means could ever do it justice, but here’s one of the ones I liked from there.
That was pretty much the only exciting part of the day. I’m here, I’m alive, I’m really tired, kind of uneasy still, but I’m alive. Thanks to everybody for reading and for those of you who are praying, it means a lot. Here’s a picture of me in the creepy house, just so you guys don’t forget the pretty face you’re missing, along with a few others I liked, taken around the house.
Much love and mad respect (thanks for that one Balmer).
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I’m still kind of uneasy as I’m writing this, but I’m safely(?) settled in the house in Medford, Oregon. The reason for the doubt is that it’s just a tad creepy here. I got here at about 7:15, drove up the long steep driveway to the house that’s hidden from the road, parked, got out, and the first thing I did was look for an address on the house (at the bottom of the driveway to the side it had said “5366” which was the address I was looking for, but it was hard to tell for sure whether it directly corresponded to this house - I had already made that mistake once). I went up the wooden stairs on the outside of the house to the loft where I was to be staying. I knocked. No answer. I tested the door and it was open. I looked around inside to check if anyone was there, and there was no one. I felt really weird walking around an unknown house belonging to some complete strangers in Oregon, as I feel was somewhat of a rational feeling. I searched for something that would identify the family as being the one I’m supposed to be staying with... I finally came to the bookshelf and thought, “these people seem like the kind of people who would sign their name on the inside of their books”, you know what I mean... sure enough, I opened the first hardback that caught my eye, which happened to be Faith of My Fathers by John McCain, and found the family’s last name scrawled on the first page. Relief (sort of). I moved all my stuff in, showered, and am now laying in bed, still weirded out but gradually getting better.
Today was exhausting... can I just say that California is way too long of a state? As I got closer and closer to my destination I kept checking around and checking my map, thinking I should be in Oregon, only to find I was STILL in Nor Cal. The drive was pretty here and there, but a large part of it was just the extremely monotonous I-5 through flatland for miles on either side, for hours a stretch. I did split it up a little however, by going to see the Lake Shasta Dam. I saw a huge mountain covered in snow up ahead of me (Shasta), so I decided I’d exit in the town before it and explore. I saw dam signs (har har) so I followed them. The dam was insane. It literally gave me a headache. I walked across it, walked back, then drove across it. As I walked across, I kept looking at the same general area of scenery in front of me and noticed that no matter how far I walked, the perspective never changed - the picture in front of me never shifted, it was just far too massive. I by no means could ever do it justice, but here’s one of the ones I liked from there.
That was pretty much the only exciting part of the day. I’m here, I’m alive, I’m really tired, kind of uneasy still, but I’m alive. Thanks to everybody for reading and for those of you who are praying, it means a lot. Here’s a picture of me in the creepy house, just so you guys don’t forget the pretty face you’re missing, along with a few others I liked, taken around the house.
Much love and mad respect (thanks for that one Balmer).
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