We were walking on a trail at the Avenue of Giants in the Humboldt Redwoods State Park (California), when we met Marshal. He was enjoying his lone walk and had picked up a 4-leaf clover for good luck. We chatted a couple of minutes, he was from Florida and the last time he came here was 15 years ago...
When we arrived in Marbleton, Wyoming, we immediately felt something was going on in this tiny community along highway 189. Everyone seemed busy fixing a newly opened business and it looked like a gold-rush mushroom town. Take notice, investors : highway 189 is being widened south of Marbleton for the increasing influx of traffic from Utah and California. Linda served us great hamburgers in Marbleton WY. She works at The Food Factory Drive In. Go eat there if you drive through !
Steve Wright is the man behind the shiny new Angel Lake RV Park in Wells, Nevada. We camped under the tent among 5th-wheellers and trailers and he was eager to help with anything he could (even gave us access to his computer). Steve wright is a former rancher, he had 1800 cattle before he retired and started this new business. He and his wife came in the evening to say good night.
Stinson Beach is a small-community beach north of San Francisco. Real family-friendly place with nice people just a few miles north of the Golden Gate bridge and Sausalito, on winding highway 1. We walked across Rebecca and Jessica along the shore. I could'nt miss this picture...
What do you do when it rains in Seattle ? Explore its bar scene and wait for better days. Spend hours at The Central, the oldest venue in Seattle (Washington street and 1st Ave) watching Gina prepare the drinks for the patrons. The bar is maybe 70-meter deep into the building with a 5-meter-high ceiling and lots of wood and patina and started in 1892. While we sipped a pint of Mannys, a great local amber draft, Gina told us she worked 3 jobs, and had just finished her shift somewhere else at 3 am the previous night before beginning this one at 10:30am. And still gorgeous and joking behind the counter...
This is memorial day in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Veterans gathered for a ceremony at the American Legion Post, to honour the flag. We happened to be there after having survived a snow storm in the Grand Teton campground during the previous night. Having ommitted to ask for the veteran's name that day, I first named him John in my post, but Michelle, who works at the Chamber of Commerce in Jackson, Wyoming, kindly wrote an email to me and I learned his name.
Seattle's magic begins as soon as you land from the ferry. I took this picture of Bobby and Kathrina just after leaving on foot the Coleman Dock, as we were walking along Alaskan Way toward the touristy circus of Pike Place Market.
Our passion for thrift stores allowed us to meet this warmful lady. We spotted this messy thrift store along highway 199, near Cave Junction if I remember. Inside was Maxine Peterson, a friend of the owner. She told us she was originally from England (Whales)...
We had left Interstate 80 to drive north toward the Wind River Range and Grand Teton. We stopped in Rawlins for a refill and something to eat downtown. Robert was parked on a parking lot with his horses outside the van. Horses for sale, aren't they beautiful ?
