Call of the Wild

I try to fight it off but it is no good, I have to snuffle around in the undergrowth pretending to be a Bear or an Eagle. I set off to drive Highway 101 from San Francisco to its terminus in Port Angeles, Washington. There I will catch a ferry to Victoria Island where a friend will give me local knowledge on snuffling. Thence East through British Columbia to emerge somewhere in Montana. If I and the truck are in good Nick we will then make our way back to San Francisco. There is no route planned.

The drive up the pacific coast takes about 3 days and is fabulous.

His name is Dude. Seriously his parents baptised him Dude. He is a great guy and great camp host.
Steller’s Jay

I eat a lot of fish and chips.

I eat as much fish and chips as possible
A camp by the ocean
Snorkers!
Young Elk
American Robin.
Barn Swallow

Unfortunately I wake up one morning with a grotesquely swollen face. At first I think this is a prelude to more major dental surgery but as time goes on I have no pain in my teeth just my jawbone and face. I now realise that a rattlesnake something similar must have slithered into the camper during the night to embrace my cheek. Anyway it is a huge drag as I both feel and look monstrous. It is even difficult to open my mouth sufficiently to gobble fish and chips.

I can suck down Cioppino, west coast version of bouillabaisse. Delicious.!

Just before I get on the ferry to Canada, I check my documents. Oh no, I have left my green card in San Francisco. I can go to Canada but getting back into the States will be very difficult and definitely wildly expensive. I am so stupid.

I drive to nearby Port Townshend where an Englishman, Leo, is rebuilding a classic sailing boat. If you are one of the few people that does not follow his YouTube channel, you can start now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oET1gNnK73I Watch from the beginning of the project a couple of years ago.

Tally Ho! They were very nice to me but I got in and out quickly conscious that they must get lots of visitors whom get in the way of work.
I love ferries. I get this one from Fort Townshend to somewhere else.

So I decide to explore Washington and Idaho.

Somewhere in Washington.
Somewhere else in Washington.
Thank you truck!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_White_Bird_Canyon took place just down there.

After 10 days of camping I get a motel room so I can post on the blog.

Stay here! Riggins Idaho.
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4 Responses to Call of the Wild

  1. Anne Mieke van den Bergen's avatar Anne Mieke van den Bergen says:

    Hello Neil!

    Mieke here, from Holland.
    Hope your face is back to normal by now.
    Question: what is it hanging on Dude’s neck? I see a chain, but what is hanging on it? The suspense is tickling.

    Big hug! Keep posting! Love you!

    • Yay Mieke!
      If you click twice the photos you get a v. hi res version. Looks like Dude is sporting fake pearls with some hippie thing hanging off the end. Dude is a really good guy. Hope you and yours are super well!

  2. virtuallyrachelgmailcom's avatar virtuallyrachelgmailcom says:

    Complimentary BEER! ? Now that’s a great invitation!! btw, LOVE your missives…they always prompt smiles…THANK YOU!

  3. calderi's avatar calderi says:

    Great boat – is the cockpit self-draining I wonder?
    Take a look at Ronan O’Gara’s team talk to La Rochelle; that’s telling them

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