I love this hotel :)
Sitting in Grendel’s cafe on Burnside, & my favorite movie score from Road To Perdition comes on, I’m not going to read into it too deeply :)
2100 miles & 44 hours later, I’m back in beautiful Portland, @ The Jupiter Hotel, where this whole story began :)
The Journey Home part 2 - day 22
It’s about 2am mountain time, I think. I just woke up in the back bench & we’re in the middle of nowhere Idaho. Chris took over after Denny’s dinner (I know, ew), & I remember falling asleep with the moonlight in my face, still in Montana. The sunset in Montana was awesome, over a mountain lined horizon. There’s something peaceful & nostalgic to me about gazing at the moon while riding in this van, not sure why. Today’s driving wasn’t half as bad as yesterday’s. Probably due to the fact that I had little to no sleep the night before in Chicago„,but the sunrise over lake Michigan was totally worth it. I guess the drive was easy today too because I had Eric to bullshit with as co pilot. As I said before, it’s been an honor & very awe inspiring being in close quarters with someone I’ve looked up to musically for over 10 years. Our Eta to Portland is no later than noon tomorrow, & I’ll have a hotel to clean up and relax till my flight @ 11am on Thursday. Now, more moonlit sleep, goodnight.
The Journey Home part 1 - day 21
Somewhere near Fargo ND, left Chicago at 1pm today. I didn’t sleep last night, ended up walking to the navy pier to watch the sun come up, it was a good pleasant transition, and inside I realized that some hard work was about to come. I stopped in a breakfast shop called Yolk & had some excellent eggs benedict for the 2nd time in my life. After a brief nap & some more Chicago pizza for lunch from Ginos, the journey home began, and the hard work started. This drive has been brutal so far, and we’re only 680 miles into the total 2100, I guess it doesn’t help how sleep deprived I am. I just had a bogus nightmare with insain people in it & demons, the road bug has set in„, I just keep visualizing my purple pillow case on my bed, hugging my baby brother, and sharing tour stories with my loved ones back home. We’re heading into a bogus lightning storm that has been on the horizon for an hour, it’s raining frogs, and the night is still young.
