Antonette Goroch: Blog

Bellingham morning sun sparkled prisms in fresh snow teasing playful…snow angels and footprints and Canada inviting mere miles away but only if you’ve brought your passport and a clean record…bid farewell to the most northern point of our journey in an homage of four wheel drive icy windows and wet socks….quick bit of window shopping finds me a wrist cuff like wonder woman if only they had a magic lasso so no one could ever tell me a lie again and maybe an invisible plane for secret trips to the far corners of everywhere….snowy flakes no two alike give way again to seattle damp and rainy back to Michael and Colleen’s kind shelter for a much needed shower….road dirt accumulated is nice like a series of microscopic sweat souvenirs cataloging all the moments embraced and landscapes pierced but washing it off in an overdue cleansing is gloriously invigorating too…one last jaunt through ballard for lunch bacon beer and deep fried cod that [...]

seattle sun peeks out for an early morning minute just enough to make you get up as the dirty cotton clouds come in threatening to drown you…but at least Michael and colleen have fresh coffee brewed in big cups and CNN playing in the most giant way on their living room wall…for some reason it makes CNN fascinating to me and I can’t really look away…updates on the kidnapped Elizabeth Smart (she’s doing fine and now likes to ride horses)…mining accident in New Zealand complete with graphic representation of just how fucked they are and also an expert from Pennsylvania confirming this…I’m glad to start the day well informed I can’t believe I never watch TV anymore…poke around Seattle for the day killing time before heading up into the icy north cascades…I decide to educate rick about the wonders of afternoon tea which seattle does pretty darn well…cucumber sandwiches and baby quiches and artfully sliced fruit adorning [...]

fond farewells to the tulips and portland....and ten minutes later i realize i've left my jacket there....turn around now no one is home can we pick the lock perhaps? it's only going to get colder and i think i really need my jacket...no lock picking today but the cat and the chickens tell us there's an open window...rick the hero reunites me with my jacket yay....on the road again following volcanos surrounded by evergreen tinder and totem poles and magic mist rising up from from the sea and whatever tectonic plates are hiding beneath us...seattle greets with the space needle as always pointing up up up and a bucket of clams....the fruits of the sea are everywhere here....i can't stop thinking about mia zappata for some reason...riot grrls dying young prophesies of your own death and also inspiration new things that grow from old things alive things that grow from dead things and also is feminism really a helpful thing to identify with any more? we visit my friends andrea and [...]

back on the road again....hallelujah! california sunny rolling hills and orchards trucks winding slow keep the eyes on the white lines even with head in the clouds...follow the trail of volcanoes toward bliss...rick driving i play dj offering a hearty stew of riot grrrls robyn hitchcock and david bowie...perfect way to start a coast to coast tour....stop for the night in ashland, OR on the way to portland...we get to stay in the best hotel ever because (apparently) this is off season and everything is cheap...i am immersed in free eye cream, complimentary soap, fluffy feather pillows and hotel bathrobes....divine....now this is a funny story...i have a show in ashland on sunday night...we decide to check out the venue...well wouldn't you know that the gig seems to have been cancelled....hmmmm....nice of them to mention it....we stroll around muttering curses buy some brazilian cachaca (my new fave) then stumble into a cute little wine bar downtown for some tastin...this is where we meet [...]

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