I drove a lot.
I saw things.
Canada has a desert. It was cold, though – below freezing.
Proof that Vancouver is beyond hope.
I have arrived in Forest Grove, Oregon. I’ll add some pictures or more thoughts tomorrow – I’m tired and will sleep, for now.
[daily log: walking, not much; driving, too much]
Day: November 21, 2018
Caveat: Poem #843 “Behind the wheel”
ㅁ drive off the ferry, go through customs, drive in the rain to Tim Hortons drive to a rest area drive up the river's path drive east to Prince George drive through the snow drive at night drive south drive.
– a nonnet.
