Manifest Destiny: Complete

A quick trip to the Honda dealer on Monday made Theo ready for the last push on our trip to Oregon. We skipped out on wine country, but perhaps it was just a sign that if we had, we would have gotten bucked off a horse or something.

After a brief stop in Redding, California with my godfather, we headed for the northern coast and the Redwood forest. Being in the forest is what I imagine being in the middle of New York City would be like if there weren't any people. All those tall buildings and nobody to fill them...it fills you with a sense of eeriness. It felt like the trees would come to life at any moment. And yet...it was also really peaceful. There's not much else I can say about the Redwoods other than, "Go see them for yourself."

Picture credit again...goes to Leslie

After a late lunch of some seafood on the coast, we headed northeast for Oregon. We were about 35 miles outside of our destination city (I haven't come up with a good nickname yet), and suddenly I realized...

Me: Leslie I'm going to live in Oregon!
Leslie: Yep. In about 35 miles, you live here.

Then, we started laughing hysterically. Sure, we'd been on this journey for almost a week. My car was full of crap, and we knew we had this alternative purpose other than road-tripping across the country. But it didn't really hit me until then...35 miles from my new "home."

After completing the last stop on the beer map, Leslie took a plane back to Dallas and drove herself back to Atlanta. We're now on opposite sides of the country from each other without any idea of when we'll see each other next or when exactly those microbrewery plans will be happening.

I don't know if a nomad can have a home, but this is where I've arrived for a while.