Packed everything into a truck and drove to Seattle.
Unpacked everything except the motorcycle into storage.
Hopped a ferry.
Rode down the coastline.
Rode up the forest.
Rode into a silt bed going about 30mph.
Laid up in Goldendale for a few days, a town with many churches and no porn shops or reasonable book stores.
Hobbled back to town, went apartment hunting, and enrolled as a grad student in neurobiology. I ain't coming out for a while.
The Strait of Juan de Fuca.
The Oregon coastline. OMG.
Mt. St. Helens. OMFG.
A wasp burying a caterpiller alive, presumably with her eggs inside.
- Mt. St. Helens Motel in Castle Rock, WA
Science!
And more science!
Science can involve: night vision goggles, a meat cleaver, and salamanders.
Salamanders are goopy.
The sun.
- A grad-level statistical mechanics cource from the physics department. Prediction: thorough ass-kicking will be received. By me.
- Psychophysics. And, potentially, monkeys.
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