On my way to the Glasgow library today, the sun peaked out from behind the clouds for the first time in more than three days. Like a bat coming out of its cave during daylight, my first reaction was to squint and shield my eyes. It's good to see old Helios once again.
The last few days have been pretty miserable. The day after our action packed Friday in Wolf Point, we took another night at the motel, splitting the bill between me, Josh, and Matt. The day was pretty lethargic and it was hard to stay still with all the travelling we've been doing all summer. We all watched a lot of junk on the television, played some video games, and did a lot of thumb dwindling. I did get to read more of this Western book I'm reading titled "The Six Gun Kid", which is fun but mostly... played video games. It rained for most of the day and the sky stayed darkened. The day after, the rain was supposed to stop and the winds blowing West at a steady clip of 20mph would switch directions. We probably should have taken the next day off as opposed to Saturday.
Temperatures dropped to 50* and those winds that were blasting in our direction the other day now hit us square in the face, blowing at their natural eastern direction. Fortunately, we stayed dry for the first half of the day but about ten miles from Nashua, it started raining... hard. My half-assed, makeshift, motel trash bag (Josh called me the vigilant "Trash Bag Man") kept me sort of dry but it worked more like an opened parachute against the wind. The ten miles took years with the gale-force winds and the rain, coincided with the wind, completely numbed me. We'd planned on making it to Glasgow but we were too frozen and bitter to really go anywhere. We had a few shots of whiskey at a bar to warm up (no food or coffee in whole town of Nashua,pop. 250) and went into the city park to crash. We wondered if Matt made it to Glasgow.
The last few days have been pretty miserable. The day after our action packed Friday in Wolf Point, we took another night at the motel, splitting the bill between me, Josh, and Matt. The day was pretty lethargic and it was hard to stay still with all the travelling we've been doing all summer. We all watched a lot of junk on the television, played some video games, and did a lot of thumb dwindling. I did get to read more of this Western book I'm reading titled "The Six Gun Kid", which is fun but mostly... played video games. It rained for most of the day and the sky stayed darkened. The day after, the rain was supposed to stop and the winds blowing West at a steady clip of 20mph would switch directions. We probably should have taken the next day off as opposed to Saturday.
Temperatures dropped to 50* and those winds that were blasting in our direction the other day now hit us square in the face, blowing at their natural eastern direction. Fortunately, we stayed dry for the first half of the day but about ten miles from Nashua, it started raining... hard. My half-assed, makeshift, motel trash bag (Josh called me the vigilant "Trash Bag Man") kept me sort of dry but it worked more like an opened parachute against the wind. The ten miles took years with the gale-force winds and the rain, coincided with the wind, completely numbed me. We'd planned on making it to Glasgow but we were too frozen and bitter to really go anywhere. We had a few shots of whiskey at a bar to warm up (no food or coffee in whole town of Nashua,pop. 250) and went into the city park to crash. We wondered if Matt made it to Glasgow.
I fell asleep around 8' o clock to the ever-present train crashing through the station with its myriad of freight boxcars behind it. The same thing woke me up at 1230am. I was parched as hell. Walking out of my tent into the frigid temperatures again, someone else had set up camp while we were sleeping. Matt, in his hammock cocoon was rested between the posts of the shelter. Come morning, he was gone.
The one grocery store in town opened up that morning so we went to get a few "treats". Josh got a jar of Nutella, and I got six bags of Kool-Aid because I figured I needed some spice in my water. A couple minutes later, we learned all of these products were expired. We probably should've said something to the owner but... we didn't. My Kool-Aid was super sour, and Josh's Nutella was super... nasty. He still ate most of it. So, on a stomach of old Kool-Aid and expired Nutella, we ventured the last 14 miles to Glasgow. It continued to rain on us with winds once again slapping us. Winds today were closer to 10mph but they were nonetheless felt. By the time we reached Glasgow, we were once again freezing cold. Pizza Hut helped to warm us up.
Tired of the wind and the rain,we're not going anywhere. The terrifying deadline of my sister's wedding shouldn't be a problem. I did the math and now, at a rate of 28 miles per day for the remaining 41 days, we'll make it to Seattle/Anacortes just fine. So, mom and dad, I hope this calms the nerves a bit. Its cooled mine. Glasgow holds a county museum that I'll be seeing, and more shit food to fill my stomach with. There's also a county park where we can camp for free, which is always a treat.
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