It’s the end of the road; Seattle, the rainy city, capital of the NW, we have reached the end of our motorcycle road trip, sadly. Initially I imagined heading all the way up through Yukon area but that would have required at least another month to hopefully hit Fairbanks, Denali National Park or some of the spectacular sights in southern Alaska.
Since we wanted a few buffer-days to sell the motorcycle we had no choice but to head out in the rain. It took most of the afternoon to get there from Portland, and by nightfall we were drenched – no suprise. But we got there just in time to see Ryan get home, it was quite a loving reunion, I couldn’t help but get weak at the knees. We were also really lucky to meet his new roommate, Matt who is a most excellent dude.
We spent most days there enjoying the wondrous view of Freemont from their apartment balcony, playing music, cooking good food, and basking in the comfortable glow of a best friend. My good buddies Ryan and Tom also play in an up-and-coming reggae band mixed with some funk/rock in the Seattle area called Mystic Arrows. Check out some solid mystic arrows tunes I’ve seen them grow and mature into their music over the last couple years, and despite having heard their songs dozens of times I had never been to a full show before which I was really looking forward to. So our last weekend we got to be groupies for the Mystic Arrows and headed out to their show at Bubba’s in Salton. Great venue, they play there often, and it was great to finally meet the bandmates I had been hearing so much about and seeing how they played together. We had a great time socializing and I got to hear all my favourites during their long set, it was a funkadelic night and a show I’d been waiting to cross off my bucket list for quite some time.
While in Seattle I was also really excited to show Marelise a hiking trail that Ryan and Richie had been taking me to for a few years now. It’s above their hometown, Monroe up in the hills near some old logging property near Lake Roesiger. They call it Homecourt, some locals call it Top of the World, but nevertheless it’s an amazing area. I’ve been up there in all kinds of weather with a variety of people, and will never get tired of it. We hit it early in the morning just us and Ryan (since Tom had some bull excuse about work) and Matt was going to join us in the afternoon. It is a steady hike up until you get out of the woods and you get a breathtaking view of the entire area, even Seattle, which appears about a centimeter tall in the distance. Theres also some most excellent ginormous stumps that they’ve practically adopted and are magical resting spots at which we always take some time to breathe in the surroundings, have a drink, or play some music. From there it’s about another 45 minutes to their special little recess in the back woods where they’ve built a homely little hut where, as usual, we set up camp and went exploring.
Since we were a bit low on funds we didn’t make it to the Hoh Rainforest or Baker Lake as I had planned, but it was also really nice to relax, and start prepping our packs for the journey south. This also included emptying everything from the motorcycle saddle bags, selling most of the bike gear on craigslist, and meeting with potential buyers. In the meantime we also drove through downtown and checked out Pikes Market, since it was Marelise’s first time in the NW.
In retrospect it was pretty difficult trying to find the right buyer for the right price on craigslist and as reluctant as I was to start the trip on low funds, having emptied my bank account to make it across the USA, our new friend Matt came to the rescue. We got super lucky as he offered to have the bike signed over to him, and he would sell it for us and transfer the money later. We said our goodbyes and with bags packed, we took a 5:30am taxi to the light rail to the Seatac airport where we split up for our flights to Sao Paulo.
South america here we come!