hotelled

After a 200-mile drive that was essentially a backwards-running reel of my walk from early July, I find myself once again at the same Portland Super 8 motel I went to after my week-long stay at the Metanoia Peace House.

I have to wake up at 3:45, hitch a ride on the 4:30 shuttle to the airport and, we hope, make the 6AM flight to Houston. I'm flying standby, so let's all keep those fingers and tentacles crossed.

Many thanks to my host Bob in Walla Walla (and by extension, to Jeanie and Rob, whose house Bob is renting); as always, my thanks to Chuck, Lori, and Kaylee for their love and care.


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