I had always wanted to go visit and explore Seattle. We stayed 2 nights at Jason’s friends home just outside the city. When I had originally thought about a trip to the city, I imagined browsing art, listening to street music, being in the hustle and bustle of a market, and to enjoy some food! We parked legally (more on this soon) and spent the afternoon doing everything I had imagined we would do.
As we walked to the edge of the market we spent sometime daydreaming about what else the state of Washington has to explore. In the distance we could see the volcano Mt. Reiner with snow at the peak. Jason was commenting about how he would love to climb such a prestigious peak. To the right we could see the Olympic State Park and the mountains that make up the wilderness. I would love to just drive through and camp along different portions. We would love to come back to Washington to do outdoorsy activities sooner than later.
Unfortunately I don’t want to come back to the city. The last night (8/15) was such a tramatizing experience. My family and I were stranded in downtown with no truck because the city of Seattle towed it. It was stomach in the throat upsetting when the truck displaying a disabled ♿️placard was missing from where we had parked it.
The experience was super tramatizing. Jason and I had no charge on our cell phones (we were headed back to the car to charge them) and he had to leave me and the baby in the location of the missing truck without the ability to contact eachother. The bar tender bought Jason a cab to the tow yard. I had to watch the strange people emerge as it started to get cold and dark. Andromeda had no sweater or diapers left with us. Our entire lives where in the back of the truck.
After over 2.5 hours, Jason finally arrived to pick us up and take us back to where we were staying. We had to pay the entire huge bill to rescue the truck. The only money we had was the gas and hotel money for after the festival. Being a gypsy or traveling festie hippy is tough when all of your possessions are traveling with you.
Most people don’t realize that our home is the truck. We had a good taste of what it feels to have lost everything. It was scary. Most often people result to begging on the street, and honestly we thought about it. A sign saying “homeless, we need help getting back to Cali” would be what us hippies would display on some cardboard downtown. I have never experienced having to do that, but now I understand sometimes you gotta. Times are tough.
So far some very generous friends and family who have been “traveling” along with us via social media have helped us. We set up a fundraiser campaign to help us get home comfortably. Knowing that we will have gas money and funds for a hotel to decompress at after the festival will ease the stress of the loss we took. I will be picking out beautiful Oregon postcards to send out as a thank to whoever donates to our adventure story. Thank you for following our story. It gives this entire experience more purpose and meaning.
I am currently setting up camp at the Oregon Eclipse Festival as you are reading this. I will be without cell reception for days. What’s ironic is that the off-the-grid no cell phone mentality never bothered us before. That is when we are really off the grid. The moral of the story is that we aren’t city folk because we can hardly survive without a cell phone in an urban jungle.