I meant to be out of the house by 8am but only made it out by 2:30 or so. That’s how my vacations typically start. But then if I had to be on the ball, it would be a job, not a vacation. First stop was the lookout at Mitchell Point, seen above.
How did the kittor tolerate all of this? Only barely. I think she felt tricked since I acclimated her to the carrier for a few days beforehand, letting her hang out in it in the house as a little fort. That way she felt safe in there and wouldn’t need to be persuaded to climb in.
After some anxious meowing, some low pitched growling and hissing, she finally calmed down and resigned herself to the situation. I think she remembers this long ass car trip from 4 years ago and hated it as much as I did.
But it will be worth it. Before long we’ll be on the island, and she’ll have free run of the wilderness. There’s just three more states to go in between Washington and Minnesota. Idaho lasts only like an hour or two, Montana is the real motherfucker I’m dreading.
Anyway that’s all for now. Stay tuned for Day 2: Oregon to Idaho.
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