July 17-31 2001

Table of Contents
  1. Fixing Heathers Speaker
  2. Dissed by the blonde.
  3. Boeing Museum of Flight
  4. Working on Heathers House
  5. Measuring, Measuring, Sawing, Nailing.
  6. Benefit Party for Tibetian Youth.
  7. Boring Day
  8. Administering the Antibiotic to Coop
  9. Sahale Glacier Hike in North Cascades National Park
  10. Day trip to Vancouver
  11. Cute Redhead named Devora
  12. Citizen Kane
  13. Quills
  14. Toss the camera in a Lake why don't you.
  15. I'm afraid it doesn't look good sir. - That will be 30 dollars...

Summary July17th-July31st

A Couple Weeks in Seattle Ė

Iím going to give a brief overview of this summary now, kind of like an Abstract for those who have written an APA paper.

Reason I spent so much time in Seattle is because I couldnít get confirmed Ferry passage from Port Hardy to Prince Rupert until August 4th. I called as soon as I returned to Seattle from Joe and Amyís wedding in Rochester.

My couple weeks in Seattle consisted of: working on my web site, working on Heatherís house, Sailing on the Puget Sound, Several Trips to R.E.I. , The Boeing Museum of Flight, other sundry touristy things in Seattle, Exploring Colombia City (Heathers neighboorhood), spending time with Heather, Meeting and spending time with a cute redhead named Devora, a couple excursions to North Cascades National Park and Vancouver and Hiking, and playing with Heatherís cat named Cooper.

July 17, 2001 3705 N. Dawson St. Seattle, WA

Today I worked on the web page most of the day. Things to note.

I fixed Heatherís left front speaker in her car. She had a "morale" day at work, and everyone went to the new field to watch a Baseball game. She went in a little late, so I took a look at her car before she left. She has a 1997 Toyota 4Runner. Itís cool, and reminds me of the Isuzu Trooper that Jessica Luchuckís brother used to have in High School. Kind of foreign car thin doors, but very clunky feeling. Like it could go over some serious terrain. I like it.

I took a look at the attachment points for the speaker grill. I suspected that it might be an electrical problem, and that maybe the speaker wires had been damaged, and that I would have to trace them back to the radio.

To get the speaker grille off, I also had to take out the glove compartment. The large piece of plastic was one. It took about 5 screws, and one 11mm hex bolt. When I got it off, I was surprised to see a pair of speaker wires with a little plastic attachment hanging down from the firewall. I thought to myself, "They couldnít have just come unattached, that would be too easy." Ė I took the wires, and touched the contacts to the corresponding buds on the back of the speaker. Music came through.

I was very happy, but couldnít find out how the speaker wire attached to the bracket. I removed the speaker from the rest of the attachment, thinking that it might be easier to see how itís attached if it was removed from the glove box. It didnít really help that it was off, but I was able to see how the bracket attached. It was a pretty unique idea actually. The clip could mount straight in like a plug in a wall socket, or be placed on top, kind of like a double "A" battery in the back of a remote control.

I was trying to make it fit straight in, like a wall socket, and it needed to fit like a battery. The light finally went off over my head, and I placed the plug in the socket nicely. I then remounted the speaker to the glove box, then re-attached the glove box to the car, and I had sound from all four speakers.

Heather was happy that I fixed it, and I felt like I was on a roll, so I came inside, and said "Whatís next baby? Bring it on." Ė I was then tasked with mounting a door handle on her upstairs door. Ė When she bought the house the former tenants took all the door knobs. Ė One can only wonder why. She wanted one on her door to keep her cat in, or out at her will. She had purchased a door mounting kit, as well as a door knob. The knob was nice brass, and the kit had everything to mount it correctly. She told me that she was having some problems drilling the hole to hold the mounting hardware. She said "You canít f**k it up, because itís already messed up." Ė I was on the case.

I looked at the directions, and went ahead. I first drilled the hole for the latch. The existing one was too small. It was actually more difficult drilling the hole that had already been Ĺ drilled, because I kind of had to estimate where to drill, and didnít really have too much control over where the bit was going. But, I managed to get it deep enough where the latch fit all the way in.

Then I approximated the hole for the handle. Again, it was difficult, because I wanted to line the hole up from the front and the back, and I wanted to make sure that the handle lined up with the latch mechanism. The instructions gave a template, and measurements, but since holes were already drilled, I kind of had to "approximate".

About 45 minutes, and a lot of sawdust later, the doorknob was finished. Success! Heather said "Well, Ryan you have certainly earned your keep!" Ė That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

The rest of the day I worked on the web site. It has a long way to go, but itís getting closer. I am so far behind my journalís that I really am having a tough time getting motivated to finish them up. Later Heather came home from her "Morale" day, and headed out for a softball game. She said "Youíve been inside all day? You gotta get out, and see the town." I responded, "My public needs me." Ė In reference to the web site and such. When she left, I thought she was right, so I headed downtown, to look for a place to grab some dinner. Ė It helped that Harris Interactiveís link to the outside from their internal site was down. I went to a NYC Pizza place near the U of W. It was ok, but not NYC.

Pioneer square was much more seedy than I remember, and I didnít feel too safe. NYC is much safer and cleaner. Plus the traffic isnít half as bad.

July 18, 2001, 3705 S. Dawson St. Seattle, WA

Stood Up.

Today, I was stood up, dissed. Carolee Baker, the girl from the registration counter at JetBlue failed to call me. It hurt. We talked at length on my way from Seattle to Rochester at the ticket counter, and she seemed very nice. Ė If a little young. She was 21. She gave me her e-mail, so that I could add her to the foreversummer mailing list. I did, and now I wonder if thatís what scared her off. Hmm.

Anyway, I e-mailed her when I was home in Rochester for the wedding, and let her know that I would be back in Seattle early this week before I headed up to Vancouver, and Alaska. Then I was pleasantly surprised to see her at the Jet Blue reception counter, when I got off the plane. She had a nice smile, and pleasant words for me. I was tired, so not on my game, but I managed to pull though.

She said "I got your e-mail." Ė "Cool, soÖ do you want to do something?" was my response. Ė Big smile, "Yea" and her head nodís. "Great, so tomorrow, or Wednesday?" I asked. She said "I might have to pick up my niece tomorrow." I said "You have my number, do you want to call me?" She said "Yea", then changed her mind, and gave me hers.

So, I called her yesterday morning, and she was just waking up. Ė So, I told her I would call her back when she woke up a bit. I called back later, and left a message. She called back in about 15 minutes, and said "I do have to pick up my niece today, and itís about a three hour drive, so I canít get together." "But I really want to see you before you leave Seattle." "Ok, cool" I think was my lame response. She said "I will call you tomorrow early."

So tomorrow became today, and I was showered by about 10:30AM. Early for her, I was guessing from our earlier conversation was 10:30. I got ready to hang, and went about doing some research on the ferries, and getting up to Alaska.

I found out that there are the B.C. Ferries, that operate primarily on Vancouver Island, and on the Southern Coast of British Colombia. These sometimes go up as far as Prince Rupert, but not as far as Skagaway. To get from Prince Rupert to Skagaway, or Haines, I would then have to take the Alaska Ferry Highway, which operates on the inside passage of Alaska.

So, it took a while, but I got a reservation on the August 4th Ferry from Port Hardy, which is on the tip of Vancouver Island to Prince Rupert. There are no stops in between, which I decided was ok, since I was going to be checking out the southern Islands between Vancouver Island and the Mainland. The trip is about 13 hours one way.

Then I will have to figure out my plan with Alaska Ferries. I canít just buy one pass, and kind of go from town to town checking things out, because of the way that they board, and park cars on the Ferries. If I decided I wanted to get off at a certain port, they would have to move all the cars off for me to get mine off, and that would probably piss off a lot of passengers.

So, I am still working on that.

Anyway, that took a while of surfing the internet, and phone calls to various "unreachable 800 numbers" inside Canada. So, I was finished around 11:25. I was getting quite hungry, so I decided to call Carolee. I called, and left a message, letting her know that I was about to go out and get something to eat, and if she wanted to join me, to give me a call.

Nothing all day. No response, nada. Ė Being stood up sucks.

So, the rest of the day, I went to R.E.I. again, then to Marmot to check out the "Ranier Pants". They werenít as cool as I remember, and I might end up buying the REI ones that are on sale. Then I tried to find the Boeing museum of flight. Because Heather called, and said that with the weather, it would be better to go sailing tomorrow. Ė So, I had the rest of the day to do stuff.

I left Marmot, which was in Bellevue, about 3:30, and I finally made it to the Boeing Museum at around 4:45. Ė Wouldnít you know it. They close at 5:00PM on Wednesdayís.

So, I came back intending to go back to R.E.I and Patagonia tomorrow.

Heather got a custom built blind in the mail, and we put it up when she got home. Unfortunately, it was trial and error. We ended up drilling two setís of holes, because the blind didnít come down low enough to cover the bottom of her windowsill. But it looks really sharp now. The wood slats match the floor that Heather re-finished herself, and there is a cool pattern on the webbing that keeps them together. She said that the blinds were custom built, because she has such an odd size for her windows. Ė And, that the blinds were very expensive. Ė I can believe it, they are really nice.

While we were doing this, Dan (Heatherís current Man) came over, and we hung out. Heather, now tells me that she is getting a little less enthralled with him, and she is looking to break it off. We all hung out, and watched the singing cows, and bad catís movies on my laptop. Then we had Ice cream for dessert. Then I went to bed, because I was super sleepy.

July 19, 2001 Heather Henrickís in Seattle

Still not a call today. I think itís very inconsiderate not to call someone back, even if itís to say. No dice. At least that way, there is some closure.

Today, I went to the Boeing flight musuem. It took me about 20 minutes to get there from Heatherís house. It was interesting. I kind of hopped into, and out of a tour along the way. The guy giving the tour was VERY knowledgeable. I love hanging out with people who are passionate, and knowledgeable about what they do. It rocks.

I went on board the original Air Force One, I checked out the history of some of the first flyers. During world War one, we didnít have any commercial planes in the U.S. that were ready for combat. So, our pilots would have to train in the "Jennies" Ė I donít recall the real names for them, and then head overseas to man the "Sopwith Camels",

When the war was over, these pilots were bitten by the aviation bug, so they would get a group of three or four of them together, and fly to a farmers field, and do little airshows, of jumping from plane to plane, and stunts and such. Then when all the people of that little town had seen the show, they would fly to the next little farmerís field. Ė Thus spawned the term barnstormer.

I also learned about the first efforts to do commercial passenger flights. Boeing, then also United Airlines, was approached by TWA, for some planes, Boeing said "Sure, but it will take us a year to send them to you, because the first 75 off the lot were slated for United Airlines. TWA was not impressed, so they went to Douglas, who built 5000 of the plane that he designed, the DC2, and that became the first large scale commercial airliner.

Several years later, Boeing came back with the 727 which was the first jet plane, and then re-captured the market. I guess now, Douglas and Boeing are one.

Then I left the museum, after a nice morning of ambling, and was headed for R.E.I. Ė Heather called me to confirm, and asked if I could pick up some snacks. I said Sure, and then changed my plans to do that instead. I thought I could still go to Patagonia, and get the stuff, but I decided to get the stuff first. Good Thing, because getting the stuff, and my cooler, took way more time than I thought it was going to.

I left Heatherís house after getting everything at about 2:30. Barely enough time to make it to Shilshole Marina. But I made it in time. Heather was a little later, because she had a major fire at work right before she left, and didnít really want to talk about it.

We got on the boat, and motored out beyond the buoy. We put up the Jennie, and the main, and were off. About an hour later, the wind picked up, and we were keeled over / listing by about 20 degrees. It was quite cool. I got to steer, which was fun. I brought pita bread, tomatoes, cucumber, hummus, mustard, guacamole dip, and Monterey jack cheese. Also a couple bottles of wine.

Steve lived in his boat. Itís name was Blackhawk. He had put more money into restoring it than he had purchased it for, but he loved it. Heather said "Heís a purist.", and I believed her. All the small living luxuries were interesting. Small Stove, tiny kitchen, no shower (Shower at the Marina), small head, small bed, small everything. But, you are on a boat. He paid like 200 dollars a month for dock fees, and the boat was paid off. When I was making food, things kept falling off the walls, and the counters. It was kind of crazy, but Steve took it all with a grain of salt. He jokingly said at one point "Oh, what was that item that just broke?" Ė Excellent time. Steve was an inventory manager for a Hospital, and spent more time working on his boat than pretty much anything else.

We went out for ice cream afterwards. Quite tasty. Huge Portions. Then followed Heather the speed Racer home, and hit the sac.

July 20, 2001 Heatherís

Today I slept in after working on the faq last night till late. Then I woke up, and called Heather to ask her if she had the door handle that she wanted me to put on the other bedroom upstairs. She didnít, but said that if I went to Lowes, that she would re-imburse me the cost of one.

I looked at the things that she mentioned needed work. The light in the hallway, the door handle on the upstairs bedroom, and the side door that stuck. The light puzzled me, until I found the other switch. They are wired such that if one is off, the other can not turn it on and off. That was the original problem. Once I figured that out, I was able to check that off easily.

The door handle would be easy. The side door would be a lot of work.

I went to Lowes, bought that, a chisel, a bunch of screws, a hammer, two hinges, some nails, and some other stuff that I thought she would want / need. I spent two hours there. Then got back, and got started. The door handle was simple like I thought it would be. I went a little over board with the drill for the latch though, and came out the other side a little bit. I was pissed! Ė But the rest of it came together. The crappy tin screws that they give you totally strip easily. I like the reinforced ones much better, because if you overturn, the metal doesnít disinegrate instantly.

Then the side door. I first fixed the mounting of the latch lock. It was mounted such that it stuck out significantly. I took it off, and chiseled it out a bit, and put it back on. I had to repeat this later, and move it a bit, as I saw that it didnít fit to well with the way that the door was mounted. Then I took the other hinges off, and looked at how the door would fit without any of the hinges / latches / etc. It was tight. I tried to mark where the door was touching, the casing, and went to work sanding that out.

I actually used the chisel first, and tried to get rid of the excess paint that had been built up over the years. It looked like it was about three or four layers. Every time I tried to sand the paint, it would melt, and attach to the sander, and render it useless. The only thing I could do was chisel if off as much as I could, and then try and sand the bare wood down. I did this repeatedly. Chiseled, sanded, fit, repeat.

After I felt like the door would fit reasonably, I went about thinking about how to mount the new hinges. I placed them in the chiseled out slots in the frame, and screwed two screws in each to keep it in place. Then I moved the door over, and tried to fit it as well as I could, marked it, then drilled small holes for the other side of the hinges. This worked ok, as I was able to get the door mounted, and it in place.

I did need to sand a little bit more to prevent the little nudge that was made when the frame hit the door. Ė After it was finished, I screwed in all the holes, and was able to open and close the door at will with no interference.

I would say that it took me the majority of the time to do this of the three little projects. I was done around 4:00PM or so. Then I had to sweep and vacuum. I wanted to get to Patagonia before they closed at 6:00PM. I finished sweeping after a long search for the broom, then vacuumed the remaining sawdust from around the door handle, and the side door. Then hopped in the shower for a quick one.

I made it to Patagonia, about a 10 minute drive with no traffic, in about an hour. I did get two shirts, each at a pretty 30 buck each. I am going to return the one, because it is too small. The other I love, and will keep, possibly buy another one.

I also did go to R.E.I. and buy some windstopper pants, the Marmot equivalent are the "Ranier Pant" which run about 200 dollars. R.E.I. had them for 80 dollars. And, I can see them fitting into my array of clothes nicely. Then I came back, and Heather had brought home steaks.

We cooked them on her grill, and had salad, and bread, and rice. It was a good dinner. We then rented Traffic. It made me feel yucky in parts, but ended on a "Happily Ever After" Theme.

Then I broke out the Ďputer, and thatís where I am now.

July 21,22, 2001 Heather Henrickís House

Saturday and Sunday. This weekend during the days Heather and I worked on her house. On Saturday, we went to Budget Molding, and bought molding for her "den", I will call it. We hauled it back, and spent the day measuring, painting, cuting, and installing it. I did the measuring, cutting, and a little of the installing. Heather did the painting, and most of the installing.

It was nice when corners fit well, and the joints looked ok. It was not so nice, when things didnít look that great. I think overall we did a better than average job on it. In addition to the molding, we did some touch Ė up work on the wall paint in that room, as well as apply "killz", and paint to the ceiling. We also worked on installing new molding around the windows, and painting and installing that.

I also scraped, sanded, and painted the door that was going into the room. I was happy with that effort, and will probably give it a second coat tomorrow, before I re-install it. Heather had already redone the hardwood floor, and removed all the old molding that was in the room.

It is coming along nicely, but I realize what large projects old houses like this can be. More than anything, it takes time, and a LOT of patience, to work on places like this. Heather is very interested in seeing results, and moving forward. I am more interested in doing a good job, and making something look nice. In that regard, we sometimes see things differently. I am very grateful that Heather is not a perfectionist like myself. Because if she was, I think I would have heard much less "That will have to do", or "I am ok with that corner". If it was me alone working on it, I donít know if I would be finished cutting the molding yet. It is difficult though, especially with an old house to make something look as nice as it could if the place was entirely new.

Saturday night, we went to a benefit for a "Books for Tibet" party. It was a 20ís theme party, so Heather and I went as gangsters. We got our costumes from the Salvation Army. Ė I tried to return them today, but they said that since I had taken the labels off the clothes, that they couldnít take them back. Ė I wish they had told me on the phone prior to me driving down there.

The Party was fun. We went with Heatherís Public Defender friend, Amity who was very nice in person, but at the party, she was a little on the "less social" side. I had a blast, and talked with as many people as I wanted to. I danced with several attractive women, and talked with several others. It was open bar, and several people decided to make their own drinks as the night moved along, and the bartenderís kind of left the building.

They had a cool band called "Six String Eric and his Lazy Ranch Hands." They were kind of Rockabilly, but had some great tunes. When we got there, a lot of the people were doing swing dancing, which I made my best effort to mimic.

I ended up dancing with a woman named Jen. After our first dance, in a lul, I asked her what her profession was. "I teach swing dancing" was her response. "So, youíre a professional?" I asked. She of course kind of stumbled with that, but agreed. "Come on, teach me some stuff, Iím a quick study." Ė 40 Secondís later, "All right, you got it." Ė Much fun.

The benefit raised $9,000 dollars for "Books for Tibet", which was a organization of people who build and stock libraries for children in Tibet. Money goes very far there. The speaker said that the math works out to be 25 cents per book, with 100 dollars essentially building an entire library. Ė I contributed ľ of a library.

Today I worked more on the room. Hopefully I will have it finished tomorrow. I think I will jam on Tuesday, and maybe check out the North Cascades National park before heading to Vancouver and Vancouver Island. My reservation for passage to Prince Rupert is on August 4th. I am taking B.C. Ferries from Port Hardy to Prince Rupert. The ride is going to be 15 hours, and I have to pay by tomorrow.

I have yet to make reservations through the Inside Passage in Alaska. I think I will do that tomorrow also. Then maybe head to Patagonia to exchange a shirt I bought.

I heard on N.P.R. today that Women divorceís can, in some cases, collect Social Security Benefits from their ex husbands insurance payments. I sent my mom the phone number, and the web site.

Tuesday, July 24, 2001 Heather Henricks House

Seattle, WA. Today was a slower normal day, I woke up after a long night of typing, and typed for three hours. While I was doing it, I kind of gave a watch to "The Tao of Steve". It was a decent movie, but I think that I liked "Pay if forward" better. I said to Heather "I give that one a 6 or 7", and the Tao of Steve, I give a maybe 5 or 6. It was funny, because he got all the chicks, but it was a little less believable. I liked him, but didnít like him. He was a little dishonest for me.

After I typed in the morning I did some dishes, and gave the door to the Den a second coat of paint. It looked ok. I will install it tomorrow, and possibly do some work on the windows. Not sure about that. Maybe if I feel motivated. I would totally like to finish Heatherís Room with her before I leave.

I will definitely mount the door tomorrow, and sand and paint the ceiling. Whatever, after I typed, I did the dishes, and took a shower. At around 3:00PM, I headed for Patagonia to return the long sleeve shirt, and exchange it for a tee shirt.

I came back, and wrote a couple postcards. To Mom, Dad, Lee, Bri, and Sonya. Then I realized that I had to call B.C. Ferries to pay for my Ferry up to Prince Rupert. Then I called Alaska Ferries, and made a couple reservations from Prince Rupert to a couple Islands in the Inside Passage. The thing that sucks, is that I donít know if I will want to spend more time at one or the other ports of call. Since I already made my reservations, there is not much option I have for checking out some of the smaller ports of call. I guess I will just have to wing it, and see what happens. Unfortunately, the ride from Juneau to Valdez was full up, and the earliest Ferry to make that trip was in September.

So, I was a little bummed about that, but I will still be able to get into Alaska driving. And, maybe it will be good, maybe I will be ready at that point to take control again, and be able to drive where I want to, without having to deal with reservations, and stuff.

I made reservations, and Heather came home while I was making them. She had a work emergency at work. One of the MSN partner sites was hacked, and she had to deal with getting them off the MSN net, so the vulnerability was not spread to the MSN site. My managers have been in that position before, and I have had to interpret technical issues for them into managerial speech. Not a pretty place for a non-techy geek type person.

Heather and I decided to make a dinner trip to the Colombia City Ale House. It was pretty good. I had a Veggie Burger, with a Vinagrette dressing Salad. Then I came back, and watched some TV with Heather.

Oh, yea as we were eating Dinner, Heather picked up a "Stranger" Seattleís free newspaper, and looked through the personals for me. She picked out one and made me call when we got back. The girlís name was Devora, kind of a odd name. She is a teacher, and enjoys beading, started her own business doing it. Whatever, if she calls back, hey, thatís cool.

My first time doing something like that. It wasnít as corny as I thought it would be.

Tuesday, July 25, 2001 Heather Henrickís Pad in Seattle.

Today I ran three errands, worked on the website the rest of the day, painted, sanded, and stripped paint a little bit, then had fish tacos with Heather for dinner. Now I am back on the computer. I am downloading Apache to run on this bad boy, so my development can be done more locally, and I donít have to put things up unfinished w/o checking links and stuff.

I hope my idea works well. I hope the compiler works. Otherwise, I can use the apache binaries that I am also downloading just in case. I told Heather yesterday that I would rather be working in New York City right now. To be honest, that is kind of the truth. I mean there have been some good times on this trip, but overall, I think I would rather be in NYC now.

I am growing tired of being here. I mean itís good to keep working on the web site, but Iím getting bored with that too. Ė But, it seems the more I do, the more I want to do.

Cooper keeps sneezing. I got him some amoxocillin today, and Heather and I gave it to him. He certainly does not like it. She says that if she gives it to him with wet food, that he eats it fine.

I just looked at a calendar, and I have been here for a week and Ĺ. Thatís kind of a long time. Probably too long. I think I need to be getting on. Maybe I will head up to North Cascades tomorrow. I will see. No spending the whole day typing again though. That is getting to be too much of a habit. Ė I donít yet feel stuck, just like I am killing time to head to Port Hardy. I looked up the time on MapQuest, and itís estimate was 8 hours. I have a week and Ĺ to do it. Thatís plenty.

Now that I think about it more, I think thatís a good Idea. I can head up there tomorrow, then stay tomorrow night, and Thursday night, then come back here and stay Friday night. Then head back up north on the weekend or Monday or something.

Thursday, July 26th, 2001. Grouse Mountain Parking Lot, Vancouver, B.C.

Today was a day of pain. I woke up pretty early on the Sahale Glacier, and was surprisingly comfortable. It wasnít as cold as I thought it was going to be in the morning, and I was ok walking around in the clothes I slept in. Before I left for the descent, I changed into shorts, and the silkweight Capaliene tee shirt that I hiked up in. I also had the long sleeve zipper down breathable tee shirt on top of that.

I broke down camp, and ate breakfast. I decided to wear my boots down, because the downward motion would not aggravate the blisters that I had on my heels from the day before. I packed everything up, and did a double check, and made my way back to the compost toilet. This toilet was basically a seat on top of a large 5 x 6 foot plastic compost container that was on top of a Mountain. There were no walls, but the view was the best I have ever experienced sitting on the John. I could see doubtful lake, most of the entire path to here from the Glacier Pass, and Mountains as far as the eye could see. If I was writing a book on the best bathrooms in the world, this would definitely be in the top 5. It was kind of fun, just sitting there, watching. A cool breeze blew by every once in a while, and thanks to the compost, there was no gross odor coming from the toilet. It was a strange feeling, but good. I am usually the kind of person who likes to take care of business quickly. But this time, I kind of lingered a little while longer.

On the way down there, I spoke with a couple guys who were camping out. I chatted about my trip, and such and such. They said "It must feel free to be without a job". Ė I said "Yes and no." Ė "I am still concerned about finding a job when I return, and that gives me a little anxiety." Ė "But, I am enjoying it while I can." They mentioned that there were some guys who were on top of Sahale Mountain. Ė For a brief moment, I considered climbing up to it. Ė They said "We would have climbed up there, but we didnít have ice axesÖ Or enough courageÖ"

Then I made my way down the mountain. It was very jarring on my knees, and ankles the entire way. In certain spots, I had to ascend also, and that hurt my heels some more. I got some close up shots of a couple Marmot, and some cool shots of the Mountains.

Sporadically, on the way down, I heard loud rumbling, like thunder coming from the Mountain across the valley. I thought they were rock slides, but someone later told me that they were Avalancheís. He said that he had seen one, "A whole snow face, came right off in front of me. It was incredible." Ė I wanted to see one too. Ė Also capture it on film.

I hiked down to a spot that had a good view of the Glacier that was falling, and waited a good 20 minutes, nothing. Bummer. I really just wanted to take a picture, and catch the sound on the audio of the picture, but that didnít happen either.

There were 33 switchbacks on the way down from the Glacier Pass to the car. I didnít count them from Sahale Glacier Camp to the Glacier Pass. It took me about 3 hours to make it down from Sahale, and I took my sweet time. I think I stopped 3 or 4 times to mess with my camera, look for a picture, or take breaks. When I finally got to the bottom, my feet had blisters in other places than the heels, like on the top of my big toe, and the pad and base of each of my big toes. Plus my knees, left hip, and ankles were majorly sore from the jarring 5 miles or so down. I am still sore now, even when I walk. Itís kind of not fun, hopefully my legs and feet feel better, not worse tomorrow.

After I got to the bottom, I saw my Avalanche. It was very impressive. It hit while I was unpacking my backpack, and organizing my car. I saw it with probably enough time to get some footage, but I didnít bother. I just watched and enjoyed. After I had finished organizing, I sat in my car, and had some lunch, moved it strategically, so that I would be facing the glacier in case another Avalanche occurred. I sat there for about 45 minutes. Nothing. Ė Quite the bummer.

Earlier, when I was packing up, I was accosted by biting flies. They were pretty much everywhere, and I got bitten at least 2 dozen times. I had rolled my windows down to vent the car, but only succeeded in letting a ton of flies in. I decided to roll the windows up, and turn the A.C. on to escape them. This worked, but I still had about 12 or so in the car. I killed about 6, and opened the window to dump them on the ground. I repeated this until I was rid of most of them.

When I moved to the other spot to look at the glacier, a guy came up, and started talking with me. I wasnít in the best of humor, because I had just climbed down from the top, and was pretty exhausted. Plus he was VERY hard of hearing, and that made our conversations quite taxing and difficult. Everything I said, he said "Pardon?", or "Excuse Me?" Ė He was nice though, and told me stories. He said that he and his wife, and a couple of their friends, hiked up to Glacier Pass in 1950 something, and looked at the Moon on the night of the first moon walk.

He said a lot of things had changed since the 50ís, people used to keep a log, of where they were going, and how long they expected to be there. Ė They donít do that now. His name was Brad, and his dogís name (A black Lab) was Barry. He was a fun affectionate pooch. Brad bought a whistle to call Barry. I think he liked it, because he knew he was making sound, Whereas if he yelled, he didnít know if he was being loud enough. He was really close to being deaf. I think he should get a couple hearing aids.

So, then I drove back two hours to the I5. I stopped in the town that I got groceries at on the way in, and got gas. Then I headed for Vancouver. I made it to town, and checked out Stanley Park. There was a fee for parking, and like a cheap ass, I decided not to pay it. Ė I checked out a couple spots, and parked near the swimming area. I walked around, and people watched.

There was an old scrawny skinny guy doing stuff on the gymnasium bar. I was impressed, especially because he looked like he was about 70 years old. Then I hung out, and watched a woman coaching some other people how to dance. She had on some loose, thin, white pants, and a seashell bikini top. If you looked at her butt, you could see the thong. She had dark skin, I guessed Brazilian, or something, and was teaching a bunch of white people without rhythm. It was funny. I watched for a while, and started getting into it, when I saw the bike cop driving by writing tickets. I walked back to my car, and sure enough Ė I had gotten a ticket. I will pay it. Ė Take risks, and pay the consequences.

Then, I took the long road to Grouse Mountain. The Lions Head Bridge was out, so I had to take the long way around via 1. It took about 35 minutes to get here. I took the tram up to the top of Grouse Mountain, and enjoyed the view. There was a ledge to put my camera on, which I used as kind of a tri pod, and was able to get some great shots of downtown Vancouver.

I asked about Mountain biking, and they said that they really didnít have any. There were trails from the World Cup which was July 6 Ė 8, but they were still in the process of making them easier, and fit for the public. Bummer, I would have loved to ride down, after a good ride up.

Now, I am deciding whether or not to try and sleep in this parking lot. Good night.

July 27,28,29 2001 Ė Devora Heatherís in Seattle

July 27th. I woke up today in my car, in a street close to Grouse Mountain off Paltino Street near Vancouver, B.C. I had the windows slightly open, and something woke me up at 6:00AM. It was a person walking their dog, right next to my car. They could totally see in, and might be more opt to call the police or something. So, I started my car, and drove it across the street, where there was no sidewalk next to it.

Last night, I tried to sleep in the parking lot of Grouse Mountain, but the clean Ė up janitor type guy was listening to loud Rock + Roll until at least 1:00AM. Ė Thatís when I decided I had had enough, and drove a couple blocks down the street, and found the spot where I spent the night.

After waking up, I headed down to the suspension bridge. Knowing that I should pay for parking, I bought a parking ticket, and parked my car in the lot across the street from the Suspension Bridge. I looked for a bathroom on this side of the street to use to freshen up, but I couldnít find anything. So, I went across the street and paid my entrance fee, then used the Washroomís inside the park. The bridge was long and wide and moved quite a bit when one walked across it. I caught the tail end of a guided tour that told about the bridge, and how strong it was. But I missed the first part that was the history of the bridge, and the former owners.

I checked out across the canyon on the other side of the bridge witnessing a platform that had another view of the canyon, and salmon hatcheries. Then I came back over, thinking I was going to catch the first part of another tour. But I missed it, and ended up seeing the end of one. Iím not sure if they couldnít tell time right, or just posted the wrong time on the clock that was announcing the next tour. Anyway, I missed the part I wanted. Ė Then I ambled some more on the other side with the intent to see it, then jam.

On the way out, another tour was starting, and it was my original guide. She was real smiley at me, so I decided to stick around for it. I did, and filmed it, and ended up getting her e-mail. We may get together when I go back through Vancouver on my way up to Port Hardy. She is young, not sure if she is legal to drink, and doesnít drink anyway, so I think we might just get coffee, or maybe a bite to eat. Ė Whatever, I may not get together, but she seems interesting.

The drive back through Vancouver sucks. Route 99 is ridiculous. It goes right through the middle of town, and itís not meant for the traffic that was going on it. I went across the Lions Head Bridge and through Stanley Park, then got on the freeway headed towards the border.

I waited two friggen hours in the border crossing. It was ridiculous, frustrating, and made me quite angry. Iím glad they didnít decide to search my car at the border. I probably would have flew off the handle. Then back in the states, traffic was ok for a while, then I came to the end of an accident that also held me up for a good 30 minutes or so. I called Pete in the middle of it and yelled "BullCrap", among other obscenities. Ė He called back a couple days later, and said "All I heard was bullcrap! Then you laughing." Ė I thought it was funny.

I got further down the road, and pulled over to call Devora. We talked, and I agreed that I would call her later when I got home and found out what Heather was doing for her party. I got home, checked my e-mail, and then Heather got home from work. Traffic through Seattle was nothing compared to crossing the border. I asked Heather what I could help her with. I ended up doing the dishes, and tidying up a little. She was having friends over at 7:30, it was 6:00, and she had to go to the store, clean, and cook before the party. It was kind of a dinner party with friends.

I tidied up, she went to get food, and I cleaned dishes. Then I took a shower, and cleaned up. I hadnít in a couple days, then called Bumblebee. She didnít answer, but a little bit later she called back. We agreed to meet at the Colombia City Ale House at 9:00PM. This was great for me, because it allowed me to socialize with some of Heatherís friends, then meet Devora out.

Thatís what I did. Heatherís friends were nice. Most of them worked at Microsloth. I talked with a couple of them about traveling and such. Then I left to walk to the Ale house around 8:50 or so. I got there, and read an article about Anne Mulcahey taking over Xerox as CEO.

A little bit later, an Irish looking woman, who was about 5í2" tall, had long red hair, funky 50ís glasses, blue eyes, and major freckles, said to me "Are you Ryan?" Ė "Yes", I responded. We had dinner, and talked about everything under the Sun. Devoraís full name is Devora Michelle Esienburg. She has type 2 diabetes. She is a teacher, quite smart, well read, kind of kooky, and dynamically fun. When I met her, she was in the process of quitting Nicorette.

At the end of dinner, I was ready to say thanks, and take off, when she asked, "How long are you going to be in town? Because I would like to get together to hike sometime." Ė I was a little surprised, but game. Then a little while later after talking some more, the music in the Restaurant got louder, and we got the impression it was time to go. We were the only patrons left. I asked her if she wanted to go to Heathers, and see if anyone was still up hanging out. She thought that was cool, and agreed.

When we pulled up at Heathers, the place was dark. She and Andrew? Were watching Sex and the City. We talked with them a bit, then they went back to their movie. Devora and I discussed hiking, and where to go, and we even broke out the map to check things out.

Then the movie was over, and Heatherís friend left. Devora and I sat on the couch, talked, and ended up kissing. It was raining out, and later she wanted to go out in the rain, and kiss. We did, it was wet. Then she left, and I went to bed.

July 28, 2001.

Devora called early, but my phone was messed up. No hiking today, it was raining. I went over to her place, and then we went to brunch at a Cow theme place. Her place was very elegantly decorated. Each room had a different color paint for a specific mood. She had a lot of Asian pictures and memorbila, that really made the place seem peaceful and simply pleasant. I very much liked it and complimented her repeatedly.

Then, for a nice walk at Gas Works Park. (Fun, and Neat). We decided to rent a couple movies. We went to a cool video store and got personal recommendations from a kid that was in one of Devoraís classes. We rented Citizen Kane, and other funny movie. The place was much better than blockbuster. Ė Watched Citizen Kane + Ate Ben + Jerryís pint of ice cream, it was like double fudge peanut butter chunk, and had like 30 grams of fat per serving. We ate the whole pint. By the end of it I was on a total sugar high.

Devora had a hot tub. We spent a long time in the tub, and lotís of good talking. Her cat, Pedro, pooped on her sheets, so we washed them. Then she made African Curry Beef for dinner. It was very spicy, but good. Devora invited me to stay over. I thanked her, and did.

July 29, 2001

Woke up at Devoraís. I made Omletís / Scramblers, potatoes + onions. Mine kind of fell apart, but I got hers right. She made the spuds. Very Tasty. Watched the Funny Movie, I canít remember the name. We took a walk around Green Lake. There were some 70ísish Roller Skaters dancing to music, we picked out the Lesbian partners that were walking around the lake. I went back to Heathers and had food. She had rented the movie Quills. It was Gross, and disturbing, but I watched most of it with her. Then I typed, and went to bed.

July, 30 2001 Monday

I would describe July 30th overall as a bad day. Only reason, I went hiking, and dropped my camera in a lake. Ė Otherwise it was good. I went with Devora Hiking in the North Cascades National Forest. We did the "Lake 22" hike. It was a temperate Rainforest environment, and quite nice. We talked a lot on the way, about this and that. What we like, what we didnít like, I said I liked my camera, making people happy, solving problems, etc. She said she liked a lot of the same things.

Devora called me in the morning at Heathers, and I went over to her place, because that was on the way. I was late, because Seattle traffic sucks eggs. We talked briefly, and moved stuff around in my car, and headed out. Traffic was ok up to the Mt. Baker / Snoqualmine National Forest. Devora wasnít super confidant in her navigation skills. So, I got off and we looked at the map together. We looked at the map, and we determined that we knew where to go from there, and headed back in the right direction. I didnít really mind too much.

The hike was cool, and the conversation was great. During lunch, I had placed my camera on my bag, and when we were getting up to go, I inadvertently bumped it, and it fell in the water. It was only in for a split second, but it was totally immersed. I wiped the water off the outside, then shook it off, and a ton came out. Water had gotten in the lens as well as the lcd. Bad Business.

Afterwards, we went to see another vendor friend of hers who lived near our hike. She was interested in selling antique beads. Devora looked at the beads, and decided that she was asking way too much money for basically junk. So, she didnít buy any. They were a retired couple that lived in the woods next to their daughter + her fiancéeís trailer.

We made it back fine, had a nice dinner, then hit the sack.

July 31, 2001

Today when I turn it on, it goes into reset mode, and wonít set the clock. When I try and set the clock, I cannot use the toggle button to move "up", or the return button. BAD Ė I called SONY, and they said that water damage is very bad.

When I told the guy that I had dropped it in a lake, he said "Can you please hold on sir, while I enter something in the database". Ė I got the picture that this would nullify my warranty. When he got back on, he basically said "there isnít really anything you can do aside from send it in to Sony. We will charge you to fix it."

"You can bring it down to the Sony Service Center in Seattle if you want". I did this, and the large Asian man who looked at it basically said that "I would give it two weeks, then itís going to start acting funny." Ė He said "Use it until it breaks, then if you were happy with itís performance, buy another one." Ė He didnít even quote me a price to fix it. I was not to optimistic.

There was water in the lens, and any pictures that I took, looked quite cloudy. It was starting to behave a little better, with some of the buttons working again, but still acting flaky. I decided I had nothing to loose, so I opened it up, and let it bake in the sun most of the day. Sun yea right, ha ha this is Seattle. The sun seemed to do the trick, and except for some evaporated water droplets inside the lens that you can see, it seems to be working fine.

Hopefully it will last.