Knowing that I am on the motorcycle and just riding off northward is both exciting and relaxing. I left late in the day so I ve only made it to the Oregon border. Tomorrow the real miles will start to rack up. Ten zillion bugs are making a frontal assault on my position at this picnic table as I write this with a flashlight in Hagelstein Park just north of Klamath Falls, Oregon. At least the temperature is a perfect 70 degrees.
Crickets chirp away in stereo surround sound.
The bright half-moon sits in a clear sky, and countless stars shine above. The air is still, not even a slight breeze. Even the grass feels velvet soft beneath my bare feet. I have never been in Oregon or Washington before and tomorrow I make for Crater Lake. I am on my way to Alaska.