After some time on Vancouver Island I take the ferry over to Washington Peninsual. When I do the immigration paperwork, I am super lucky and it makes me happy
- an other 90 days visa to visit the states.
With that stamp in my passport I can travel without rushing.
At the Olympia national park it is easy to spend some days.
I feel like Mr. Frodo who made a deal with the trees....
(this part of a tree got shiny only from touching)
In the city of Olympia, Fusae gets an other prof. check that I can keep going south save.
At the weekend of the 31st of July 2005 I celebrate at the Mt. St. Helens National Park - what I have to celebrate.......?
The expiring of my return flight ticket - now it is really an open end trip.... I take a deep breath and tjuhui !!!
FREE & INDEPENDENT !!!!!
This Vulkano erupted 25 years ago and didn't left only a still bubbling, steaming and funny shaped crater, as well a desaster.
The reforesting takes ages and about the family tradegies not even to image.
In Oregon I try it to find a pleasant coast - but nothing realy beachy.
The whole pacific coast down till southern california is in summer covered in a thick, heavy, grey, cold fog.
One of the vew things which makes me lough in this temperatures are this tsunami-alarm and emergency signs.
When I think back to my Indian trip in Dec 2004/Jan 2005 I wish nobody a tsunami experience...
....and then this stuped idea of having an emergency exit...
I deside that this is enough cold - it is summer and I want to have nice temperatures . . . . the solution is . . . . exactely . . . . .inland.
I need a drink, get out of my motorcyclejacket and check the map!
I have a look arround - wow, a 2 house 'city'.
Glenda & Ron are sweet and offer me streight away a roon and all they can.
Even some days later they bring me to the next (200KM) dealer.
He is close to Eugene - a university city in Oregon.
I need a lot more stuff.
The dealer agrees and started to order.
Right now we do not know why the same thing happend again - with all the maintenance & care my motorcycle gets?
This time the whole repair does the dealer, they get payed for it and should do it propper.
They also let me use their bathrooom and we have a good time.
At the time there is a coming & going, some popsicle ice cream arround and some dice for 'oh shit' game rolling!
One day, as I bother the guys at the workshop we discover a little whole in the veld at the exhaust emissionkontrole.
Finally, after 2 weeks of camping behind the church, trying & checking to get a good job at fusae done I can continue my travels.
My motorcycle sounds since this repair just crap!
On the beautiful way to crater lake I have to do 2 emergency repais.
Some trees are over 100 m high.
It feels like we shrank, but that didn't happen.
There beautiful trees are just enormous.
Immage how many toothpegs you can get out of one....??
This is a very nice wine region.
Stretch limousines, luxerious Villas, art & everything which counts for good live.
An other short ride away is San Franciso.
This is a group of 10 women and man, the holidayers dont have that much time, so I have the view later for myself.
The Marin Park is close by, where I find a nice hostel.
The peace and freedom out here is fantastic and just over the bridge there is this great, colourful, interesting, global, crooky street & tram city.
I enjoy it to crouse throu china town, find the corner where the hippy movement started and view to alcatraz where the bad boys are.
With the finest sushi in my 'tommy' I ride some days later for a wisite to Sacramento.
My friend works very hard in a difficlut enviorment and for 'relaxing' she has a special 'hobby'!
I get invited and am more than happy to follow. The next morning we get up early and drive at 5.15 am to the city.
There is a room already preheated on 42 'C
My friend is an instructor for 'hot yoga' and so we stretch, bend and ballance for the next 1 1/2 hours. So much fun!!
Totaly relaxed I ride to Lake Tahoe. This scenic road takes me arround the lake and I meet some fiends which I met up in Olympia - it's nice to see some familiar faces.
Late evenings I make it to the next Royal Enfield dealer in Reno.
Streight away he knew what's wrong with my bullet (my type of Royal Enfiled) and 'fixes it emediatly.
These guys here do know what they dare doing.
Hip hip hurray - my fusae sound way better and does not run to lean any more!
I'm proud to be able to tell - 15.000KM are done.
At friday I do get some more parts here and the last prof. Royal Enfield dealer here in Reno, but thats a different story - it is already September.
The "old" september-blog is somehow
gone, dont ask me where....
If I am bored I will hunt this part of
my trip in the www and see if i can
find the stories around Las Vegas.