Contrasts on the Road
Our 2017 West Coast Tour has continued to go swimmingly. After sleeping in a new place every night for the past week, last night we finally arrived in Bainbridge Island, WA, where we'll be posted up for the next week. So now that I have a quiet moment to sit and write, I thought I'd document some of the fun stuff from the last few days.
After leaving SoCal last Tuesday morning, we drove up to the Bay Area and stayed with family for a night, then motored up through the redwoods to Oregon. We stayed in Brookings, which was a beautiful little town full of spectacular views. I started to become a total Instagram cliche. The next day we drove up the Oregon Coast and camped in South Beach State Park, and the path between the beach and the campground was also unreasonably gorgeous--just loads of sea grass and dandelions and rolling sand dunes. The next day we had to leave the coastline and head inland toward Portland, which was only mildly heartbreaking.
We played two house shows in Portland, both of which were very fun. The first one had us all smooshed into a tiny dining room and kitchen, and the energy was so warm and enthusiastic! Couldn't have gone better, and our hosts were bending over backwards to make us comfortable. Rousing success. The next day we grabbed a great vegan lunch at Harlow and headed to our second Portland show.
This one was at a ten-person communal living space that had a gigantic garden with a tiny house, a converted school bus, composting toilets, and a stripper pole in the living room. After giving us a tour of the tiny house and bus, we played out in the garden, and there was a bonfire and a nice breeze. Everyone there was also very sweet and accommodating, and it was great fun to sleep next to a stripper pole. There were also beautiful pagan altars everywhere.
We had the next day off, so we left Portland and headed north to an area called Collins Beach for some swimming in the Columbia River. The weather was perfect, the water was warm and calm, and the breeze was carrying fuzzy white tufts of cottonwood seeds above us. After all the driving and performing and navigating city streets, this was a much-needed reprieve.
So needed in fact, that Andrew and I decided to stay in Oregon for another night at a hotel and get some more vegetating time. On the fly, I booked us a room at a nearby bed and breakfast, which turned out to be adorable. It had a big red barn, llamas, and rooster decorations everywhere, and it was exactly what we both needed. Andrew and I like to believe that we're cool and edgy, but honestly we're just two very old people in disguise, and sometimes we need to eat jellybeans and sleep under a quilt with chickens on it. Nevertheless, we couldn't stop giggling about what a stark, weird contrast it was to our other stops and how surreal this whole tour has been (in the best way).
The innkeepers (one of whom had a sister who went to my high school!) were like all our other hosts, helpful and hospitable, and even went out of their way to make us a vegan/vegetarian breakfast. We left feeling refreshed and full of muffins, and started heading up towards the Washington border for the last leg of our tour. We arrived last night, and played another show in Kirkland for a small but mighty audience. Then it was a mad dash back to Seattle to catch the midnight ferry, and a night of blissful sleep. We have a few more shows coming up this week, mixed with a few off days of relaxing and sight-seeing, and I'm looking forward to them.
This trip has been such a bizarre, wonderful, exciting, fulfilling experience. I think all four of us have become a little addicted to the fun and unpredictability of traveling and playing in a new place every night. It's tiring and I need to get better at falling asleep anywhere, but I've met so many wonderful people and seen so many beautiful places, I couldn't imagine never doing this again.
Southwest winter tour? :)