To the intrepid traveler rain is an expected part of life. Sometimes, it is even a welcome part of life. When an ever changing environment overstimulates the senses, spending a rainy day inside a familiar fabric home-away-from-home can be a welcome respite to the senses. Wednesday, was one of those days. My journal entry from that morning:
“An aluminum pot of oatmeal mixed with fresh fruit, raisins, peanut butter, and hazelnut spread. A beat-up nalgene warmed by fresh drip coffee. A mesh window overlooking Puget Sound and Orcas Island from atop a cliff. And a nylon roof ringing with the pitter-patter of a light drizzle. Does life get any better?”
In the evening I visited the library where I was invited to watch an old movie with a family native to the island. Yesterday morning was cold and wet as well. I returned to the library. And this is where things took a turn for the worse. The curse of the solo traveler. Continue reading
Integral to any great journey is the kindness and generosity of strangers. This tour is no exception. From the small exchanges that simply serve to keep the loneliness at bay, to gifts such as a bag of potato chips at the end of a long day, even to random invitations of a place to stay, thus far on this expedition, the altruism of strangers has been the primary theme and a real boon to moral as the prevailing winds batter my face and whistle through my ears while I ride north, away from my final destination. 
Tales of Wandering 