Saturday, I decided it was time to retrace some of my life's footsteps. Since I have NO memory, and my short term is not doing exactly real well, either - any road travelled would be a new adventure - of a memory.
Two weeks ago I did the Seattle to Leavenworth loop, down to Cle Elum and back to Seattle. Exhausting! But no memories ... with the exception that there was a fine German place in Leavenworth but, alas, no places to park! I also remember quite a bit of geological work in the Blewett Pass area. But, no details and nothing looked familiar what so ever.
So, this weekend I did a 1,000 mile tour to the San Juan Islands, a place I used to know well. Back in the late 1970's, I did a great deal of scuba diving in what is toted as the third best scuba location on Earth. But, nothing ... just all new to me. A faint glimmering of hauling yellow tanks in and out of customs, off and on planes - and a beautiful woman named Marvella (or was it Malvena?) from Portland, Oregon. Now where did that memory come from!?!?!?!? Just my point - random stuff just pops up and then is gone, no context what so ever! Sigh .... (Though, if you are Marvella, drop me an email! The Dutchman and I have often wondered what became of you!)
Now, what to do next weekend?
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