Day 1: Portland to Mt. Shasta
As usual, I didn’t get out of the house until at least three hours after the time I had initially convinced myself was “crazy late.” Late is the new early. I started listening to the audiobook of Marie Lu’s Legend. Holy cow, if you haven’t read it already and you’re a fan of dystopian YA, Legend is a great find.
Anyway, it was a five hour drive or so to Mount Shasta, where I navigated my little rear-wheel-drive Squirtle-mobile over road (or what passes for “road” in places like this) that was probably only intended for four-wheel-drive vehicles. Well, c’est la vie, Squirtle.
I pitched my tent and heated some soup. Rather, I tried to heat some soup, but I’d forgotten a can opener (and a cloth, and soap, and a knife, and a bowl). Hmm. No can opener. (more…)