It was raining the day I arrived in San Francisco, and it was raining when I left two days later. So, after all that rain and the winding canyon roads, I was ready to leave that city.
After driving that harrowing 25 miles to Dunsmuir, CA the night before, it was beautiful the day I left for Portland. It was cold but the sun was shining, and Mt. Shasta had a fresh blanket of snow.
With my cameras on the front seat, I took off for Portland. I’d seen pictures of its beaches on Star’s Facebook page a year or two before and added it to my list of places to visit. At that time, a cross-country road trip wasn’t even an idea. I’d been wanting to “travel light” as Wayne Dyer talked about in his ‘The Essence of Being’ and for me, that meant getting rid of “stuff” and anything else that was keeping me tied to a life that just wasn’t working for me anymore.
I’d been wanting to leave my job, too, and was trying to figure out a way to make it happen. Then, after resolving some deep-rooted fear that I’d held for many years, I was finally able to trust God enough to let it go and let it go I did! Once my decision was made and I’d submitted my resignation, God went to work and made my cross-country road trip possible. The idea formulated while I was ridding my life of “stuff”; what an exciting time that was! My trip was delayed a few times so I ended up leaving in the dead of winter but experiencing spring- and summer-like weather the entire trip except for a few days in Oklahoma and Fort Smith, AR.
So, there I was on the road from Dunsmuir to Oregon enjoying the snow-covered Mt. Shasta and Black Butte Summit; the farmhouses and barns; the cows, goats and sheep grazing on the hillside; the covered bridges; and the mountain crags and streams running along the freeway, all while pulling off the road to take pictures.
The funny thing, though, is that I’m often disappointed when I view the pictures, feeling that I didn’t adequately capture what I’d seen, which reminds me of one picture in particular. I’d just left San Simeon, CA and was driving the 22 miles on an especially scenic highway to the 101 freeway. I was stopping every half mile or so, and it took me over two hours to drive the 38 miles from San Simeon to Paso Robles!
Anyway, just before reaching the freeway, I stopped at one of the many vista points so graciously provided to us travelers. It was a breathtaking view of a valley with a backdrop of mountains and cloud cover. What I didn’t realize until after taking several shots was that the mountains had their own backdrop. There, backdropping the mountains, was the Pacific Ocean I don’t know how many miles away! It was incredible! Despite my efforts, though, the pictures didn’t show what I saw in sufficient detail. But maybe that’s simply the difference between live and Memorex, huh? I hope viewers will think otherwise and are as deeply moved as I was.
But back to the rain. I arrived in Portland on Saturday, and it’s been raining ever since. Except today maybe but it’s still early. It’s even snowed a couple of times, most heavily night before last. Turns out Star is in town, too, so Bonnie and I went to visit her and Jane in Seaside yesterday.
On the drive there, we drove through snow, then rain, then no snow or rain. We were trying to catch the sun that was out when Star called but being over an hour away, we missed it. That was ok, though; just being out of the rain was wonderful! It was a fantastic day spent catching up with friends old and new, commiserating about Trayvon Martin’s tragic death, and walking on the beach.
As I type this, the sun is streaming through my window! It doesn’t get much better than this, but I’ve learned on this trip that it always does.