Day One. Just outside of Rice Valley, OR

Here we sit, on the side of Interstate 5, at exit 146 in Oregon, Rice Valley. Our trusty old bus, which just cost me a small fortune in getting a custom built, welded to the frame hitch has decided that its right, rear outer tire was ready to pass on to the Great Tireyard in the sky.


















We left Beaverton, OR to the strains of "We Shall Overcome", gleefully, and perhaps foolishly, thinking that all that could go wrong on the trip had, before we even left!, so things would be smooth sailing all the way to Glendale, Ky.

But fate had other things in store for our intrepid duo.

We feel like this right now:































However, spirits are quite high, despite numerous unjust and cruel setbacks.

Scott is a delightful co-pilot, nothing fazes him, and he's up for whatever. I'm doing ok, but hoping that each day of the trip gets better and better. Otherwise, this will be a long six days. If we can do it that quickly.

Our tire hand just arrived, so more later.