Sat 31 May 2008
Sometimes a trip is best begun as a series of nasty-looking ladders that need to be climbed. The hurdles remind the traveler that he has departed on a journey, and that this journey is not his everyday life.
In my case, the first hurdle is getting up at 3am, after only an hour’s sleep. Molly arrives to drive me to the shuttle, which will then deliver me to the Portland airport. Molly runs the local bakery in our town; she is the only person who would naturally be up and reasonably awake at that hour. God bless the bakers, for they give the early mornings their souls.
Although I’m not an early waker by any means, I love the dawn when it arrives to me by accident or circumstance. This morning, the moon is a foggy silver over a violet-gray sky. The city slowly illuminates, a new act begins on the stage of the world.
The free wifi in the shuttle bus lets me begin the documentation of the trip, just a small ‘tweet’ of what I see, via the Twitter messaging network and my handy iPod.
[dateline Portland, Oregon]