Against all odds, I am forcing myself to take off tomorrow. Tucker and Sara are too nice to kick me out, but Quincy the dog has had enough. He wants rest during the day, and not someone constantly in his face, pestering and causing a rucus. The good news is that the weather has also decided to leave this week. Forecasters are predicting temps in the 30’s, rain, wind (wouldn’t want it any other way), and possibly snow. Honestly, I have been sticking around Seattle just waiting for an opportunity for a real adventure to begin; snow, wet and cold are perfect. If all goes according to plan (mine, not mother nature’s) I will be in the oasis of Tacoma on Saturday, and then down to Portland early next week.