Dead End

Well, several days ago, we took off from Washington, and went back to Vancouver, BC. It was so much fun. Right before we’re about to get to the border, we realize that our passports are wet from the rain last night. How they got wet, we’re not sure. They were in the glove compartment, but it is a 37yr. old car. We thought that the immigration officer would give us shit big time. I mean, we just left the day before, and now we’re crossing back into Canada again. It looks like a smuggling mission.

Getting through was easier than we thought. It took us a few hours, but eventually met up with our buddies Flo, and Reid. It couldn’t of been better. We back tracked for these guys a few weeks earlier. And he we are again. We had a few beers, grubbed up some food, and hit the clubs. It was a Tuesday, so nothing was really popping except the Roxy. It was wild. We danced around for a bit, singing, and just having a blast. Before you know it, the night was over, and we were at the airport, saying “peace out” to the guys.

After seeing the whole family clan leave, Wes and I started moving towards the US border ASAP. We were a little hung over, and just wanted to hit up a cafe’. Of course though, on the sixth, and last crossing, we get hassled and searched. They tore apart our car, and asked us all the usual ridiculous questions. The officer even had the nerve to threaten to charge us $300 for not declaring a couple of apples. I was getting ready to unleash.

The drive was long, and beautiful. We realized that the trip was coming to an end quick, and didn’t want to think about it. We thought we would drive to Portland, and try to find our long lost highschool buddy. We arrived in the city around ten o’clock at night, and started our mission. Our buddy stays off the grid, so it’s really hard to find any info on him. After searching for a couple of hours, we gave up on mission impossible. We hit up a Hookah bar, chilled out, and met up with our other friend that’s lived there for a few years.

A drink, and sandwich later, we were ready to hit the road. We really didn’t like Portland that much, and wanted to make it to Sonoma by Friday. We drove until three thirty in the morning, and crashed at a Walmart parking lot. After a good five hour rest, we thought that this was the last day, but we realized that we couldn’t spend the last night of the trip in a Walmart parking lot.

Shasta was beautiful, and this was the place we decided to post base camp one last time. Chilled out, had some fine wine, and BBQ our last dinner. It was really sad, and I tried not to think about it. Woke up hella early the next morning, and drove for about five hours, until we hit Sonoma, our hometown. We both wanted to throw up, and I felt so depressed.

I’m not sure how to explain it, but for the first time, I really feel sick being in my hometown. I’m only here for a week, and then I split to go up North and do some Gardening, but even knowing that, I’m still sick, and sooo depressed. Don’t get me wrong, Sonoma is cool, but it never changes. I know it had only been six weeks with my bro on the road, but it felt like we lived for a couple of years in this car. We went through so many different changes, saw soooo many different things, hardly got any sleep many times, hit up too many gas stations, slept in enough Walmart parking lots, and camped hella times.

We handled each other pretty good. There were times we wanted to cholk each other to death, but got over it, and moved on. We went through so many different stages. In the beginning we were moving fast, and needed to get to NYC by the 25th of July. We were sleeping in Walmart parking lots, and drinking Starbucks Double Shots just trying to keep our eyelids open, and to stop us from driving off the road, which we did plenty of times. Then we chilled on the East Coast for a couple of weeks, catching up, and visiting friends. Canada was great, and so relaxing to visit family and friends we hadn’t seen in a couple of years.

Then it was the North. Camping every night with a fire, couple six-packs, and some sausages. It was the best. Then when we hit the West Coast, we were experiencing the city life again in Vancouver, and back tracking for our bro’s again. Now we’re in California, and it’s depressing as fuck. It was the most Epic trip so far, and even though it was only six weeks, we lived a couple years.

If all goes well, we should be leaving today for Yosemite National Park, or Kings Canyon National park for a few days. I don’t think I’ve ever been so motivated to make sooo much money, and not have to set foot in California except for the Xmas Tree Farm that I run each winter. I really like Vancouver, BC, and has an amazing performing arts program. Who knows, it may be the place I start off my next big chapter.

Until then,….