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May 27: I feel like I could fly.

The movers pulled away at about 2 pm on Friday, with all my worldly possessions filling most of a truck.

In spite of a minor kafuffle with the closing (you all knew everything was going way too smoothly to be real, right?) and some last-minute computer issues (my computer guy finally finished working on my laptop at 5:30 on Thursday evening – fortunately he was doing it remotely so I didn’t have to go pick it up), everything got done. Hallelujah.

I did a last walk-through, called Loralee as I’d promised, made a few last stops, and got the heck out of Dodge.

I’d decided a while back that I was going to go through Mt. Rainier NP on my way, so that’s what I did. Through the Nisqually Entrance, where I found out that the route I wanted to take had just opened for the season that day, up towards Paradise and down through Stevens Canyon. There wasn’t as much snow up there as I’d thought there would be, either. I suspect the reason Stevens Canyon doesn’t open earlier is because the terrain is basically an avalanche waiting to happen. Chute after chute after chute.

Near Paradise. Still lots of snow!
Near Paradise. Still lots of snow!
Stevens Canyon from the overlook.
Stevens Canyon from the overlook.
Serviceberry in bloom at Box Canyon.
Serviceberry in bloom at Box Canyon.
A view down into Box Canyon, which reminds me a lot of the slot canyons I saw in the Canadian Rockies last summer.
A view down into Box Canyon, which reminds me a lot of the slot canyons I saw in the Canadian Rockies last summer.

It showered off and on most of my way through the park, and I saw not one, but two separate rainbows before I got to Ohanapecosh. Good omen much???

One of the two glorious rainbows I saw at Mt. Rainier. I never did see the Mountain itself, though. Too cloudy and showery.
One of the two glorious rainbows I saw at Mt. Rainier. I never did see the Mountain itself, though. Too cloudy and showery.

I’d thought about spending my first night at Ohanapecosh, but it was still relatively early and the campground was crowded, and I decided to go on.

On down to U.S. 12, which eventually leads to Yakima, with a bunch of forest service campgrounds along the way. I knew it was Memorial Day weekend. What didn’t connect was how this fact would mean full campgrounds along the way. Oh, well. I did eventually find a site, but it was almost 8 pm by the time I did. Thank goodness for almost 16 hour daylight hours this time of year.

And this is where I end by saying I love Merlin the van. He’s comfortable and self-contained, and I was exhausted, and he made my first night on the road great

And the New Thing begins

So.  As you know, I finished the manuscript for Much Ado in Montana last week.  I’ve still got my new! beta reader’s comments to go through and my excellent copy editor’s comments to receive and go through, but the new! cover designer has finished the front cover, which looks terrific (I’ll show it to you as soon as I can), and is waiting patiently for me to quit dithering over the blurb and send it and a few other details to her so she can create the spine and the back cover.  Making progress, and aiming for a print and electronic pubdate of the first of April.

And yesterday I started the New Thing!  Only 100+ words yesterday, and a lot of “who the heck are you and why did you choose me to tell your story” blithering.  But over 1000 words today.  No, I don’t know why young Stephen Thomas Canning, lately of Savannah, Georgia, who decided to travel West in search of a better climate to help cure his consumption in the spring of 1885, chose me to take his dictation, but I’m not arguing.  I rather like the guy so far.

I love starting a new story.  It’s fun.

Can’t say I’m enjoying researching the history of tuberculosis treatment in the 19th century, though.  Oh, well.  It’s no worse than killing someone off via gangrene from a gunshot wound was in Repeating HistoryThen again, not much would be.