Southward and upward!!

After dropping his payload of meat and friends in Yelm, Kevin volunteered some time with the Nisqually Land Trust, helping his friend Joe pick up a load of live stakes to be planted along a tributary of the Nisqually River in an area that has up to now been dominated with the invasive demon-plant known as Reed Canary Grass.

From there, Kevin continued south to Portland to Finally meet up with his estranged companion, Admiral Natasha Lorraine Lexin at the lokal Aeronautic Transportation Dock. After refueling and packing long lost belonging into Tasha's lonely transporter, Ravioli (a maroon Rav4),the two made their way in tandem down the infamous Interstate 5, deep into the fog of southern Oregon. (not pictured below)

The two travelers spent dos dias in the charming villa of Grant's Pass, perusing antique stores, pretending to ride two-up on small dirtbikes, and generally running a much at the local bowling allys. Before the local branch of homeland security could run them out of town for the appearance of their vagabond vehicles, our friends bid Tashas mother, father, stepmother and stepbrother adieu and took off for the high mountain passes and dry scrubland of Bend, OR

In Bend, they were met with warm hugs (above) and a wet tongue (the hugs from Hannah, Tasha's long-time friend, and the Tongue from Hazel, Hannah's Golden retriever, also a long-time friend of Tasha's). The SeaStar made it's debut roll of the trip as it was unlashed from the gunwales of the truck and taken on a tour of the Bend City Parks along with a few abandoned cruisers left at Hannah's house by previous tennants. That evening, a rousing game of dominos was MC'ed by Dan, Hannah's husband, followed by a raucaus round of UNO. By the time the crew had roamed the streets in search of giant cookies and spent some time relaxing in the local McMeniman's Soaking pool, everyone was ready to hit the proverbial hay.