Last fall as I awkwardly boarded the bus with 2 heaping bags of vintage, a backpack full of electronics and books and a bag of groceries slung over my arm, I had an epiphany: my lifestyle demanded a vehicle.
I’ve always respected bag ladies but as I slowly began to become one, I realized I just wasn’t cut from the bag lady cloth.
So I found my magical pickup and while I didn’t know how to navigate a stick shift upon purchase, I quickly learned in the throes of Portland rush hour. I’ve come a long way from stalling mid-intersection on W Burnside or hydroplaning over the Hawthorne Bridge. I’ve camped in the back, stuffed it full of bikes, vintage, people and fishing gear and I have one final journey left.
I look forward to many long, bumpy day rides and shag-carpeted nights with the ol’ Datsun this month.
Here’s a basic route map:
I love Google Maps.
On monday, I leave for 4 days of yoga, meditation and, hot springs and hikes at Breitenbush. More on that soon.