I went to the Art in Paradise in Chiang Mai by myself. I didn’t have anybody to take my picture, until a girl approached me. Even though she didn’t speak very much English, we had a blast taking silly pictures of each other. It was meant to be.
I arrived at Chiang Mai, Thailand, exhausted from three very long flights. I couldn’t check into my hotel yet, so I wandered the streets.
I stayed a beautiful lodge off of a lake. I went for a brief hike, but turned back after failing to find the trail and being too afraid of bears.
I woke up with intense itching on my back. Then I noticed two huge, red bumps. I went to the pharmacist and they said it was an allergic reaction to spider bites.
Another RV pulled up with two middle-aged couples, and we all talked about driving the Alaska highway. They were surprised to see I was alone and not in an RV and asked where I was staying.
I started my drive to Dawson Creek to start the Alaska Highway. A man at a gas station saw my CA plates and welcomed me. A man scared me a little as he asked me for money while lingering at my car at a motel.
I saw a memorial for Pete Tipping, who died while on vacation near the Skookumchuck Narrows. It broke my heart. Sometimes we need reminders from people like my grandma and Pete to help us get out of a cycle and to see the big picture.
Glamping in Madeira Park was in a beautifully structured tent that was secluded. At night, I hear noises that freaked me out. My heart started racing. Was it a person who would attack me? Was it a bear who would eat me?
I posted my blog about feeling depressed on day five of my travels. I felt vulnerable and embarrassed. Then I sat in awe of the scenery and reminded myself that the reason I’m blogging about my trip is because I want people to experience what I’m experiencing.
I told the guys that they should be careful of the impressions they get on the news. Yes, there is crime in the U.S., and some cities are unsafe. However, most places in the U.S. are safe and you don’t need to sleep with a gun under your pillow.
I was questioned at the border and then told to pull my car over and go inside the building. I was told to sit down in the waiting area while they searched my car and took my pepper spray. I started freaking out.
I reconnected with a friend after not talking for five years. We both seemed to realize we’d played a part in the dissolution of our friendship and had both been in the wrong. It was great to see her again and resume our friendship.
I went for a hike, solo, in the mountains of Washington. Hearing something in the bushes made my heart race. I was certain it was a mountain lion and he would kill me. I also discovered how intense Tinder can be.
A woman behind me in the grocery store snarked about how she was happy that I had to pay so much for a plastic reusable bag. When will people realize that you will push people away from your ideas with an attitude like hers?
I took the train back to Portland for another nasal balloon clearing. I also missed the final call for boarding. An English man rushed up to the counter at the same time. The woman asked if we were together and the man said, “not yet.”
I went to a pop culture museum, a glass museum, and went to the top of the space needle in the day time and the night time. Seattle has a lot to see and do.
I explore the Public Market and took a boat to see the skyline. The first Starbucks was crowded and not worth the wait.
There it was. Awkward. Trying to date while traveling is very difficult. I tried to make it clear that I was a traveler, but apparently, the message wasn’t clear enough.