Life is funny. In my last blog post I described visiting Prescott, Arizona for the first time. After 8 months of playful discussions, a decision, a home purchase and an eventful move, Rosalie and I now live…er,…’here’ while retaining a summer base on San Juan Island. I’ll resume my long-suspended blog by describing part of the adventure.
Rosalie was the pathfinder, taking one vehicle to meet the moving van in Prescott. Three weeks later, cousin Mark and I, the San Juan Island closeout team, boarded a predawn Washington State ferry. Mark’s classic mid-eighties station wagon pulled two bikes on their new motorcycle trailer. My one-ton truck pulled a 20′ utility trailer. I struggled more than anticipated to keep up with Mark in the mountain stretches of Washington, Oregon and Idaho. A truck scale later revealed that my combined rig weighed over 20,000 lb! (more…)