
My lower back is a knotted mess. Anyone fond of extensive travel can attest to the discomfort of sitting for days at a time. From one car ride to another, to another. A brief visit to the Seattle airport allowed me to s
tretch my pretzle like muscles. USAirways was nice enough to let me experience, first hand, the new "rules" for their customers: a $25 fee for each checked bag. Thunderstruck. "Thank you for choosing us for all your travel needs. Now, if you wouldn't mind, bending over and touching your toes while we rape as hard as we can". I bee-lined it to the nearest bar, forced down an overpriced beer while insistently watching a clock with every sip. Hurry up and wait.From one plane to another, to another. I got in a plane headed for Phoenix and am now on one to
Denver. My legs are cramped. I'm hot. I stink. I am, obviously whiny. I'm in my full airplane travel mode. It's not all bad though. Just this morning I was watching the sunrise on the Oregon coast. The pastel pinks, blues, reds and oranges undecidedly took turns painting the morning fog surrounding Chimney Rock. Later, I watched as two River Otters curiously stared at me while I snapped a few shots.Next stop: Denver/Colorado
Springs, Colorado. My frugality will be in full display as I try to get out of the United States without losing every penny I have saved for Asia.






