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From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Saturday, August 20, 2005 10:34 PM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: texas Six hundred miles. String enough five hundred mile days together, and you
end up somewhere completely different. We just went from the top left
corner to the bottom middle, from the cool misty pacific northwest beach, to
the warm gulf coast with fireflies and palm trees. Port to Port. Port Townsend to Port Aransas.
Washington
Point Wilson lighthouse at Fort Worden.
Texas
Another five hundred. Van Horn Texas. Central time zone. Six hundred more
and we’ll be at Port Aransas.
New mexico
Yellow warbler. Eastern kingbird. Swallows. Grebes. Gone at dawn. We drove the rest of Idaho, all of Utah, bounced off a corner
of Colorado and stopped in Gallup New Mexico. We just kept driving and
driving till dark. Six hundred fifty miles. An easy day. Six states in three days. Now all we have to do is cross Texas. We’re two
thirds of the way to our destination.
Idaho
Central Washington, Toppenish. Ninety five degrees. Killdeer, magpies,
white pelicans, barn swallows, cormorants, nighthawks. Out of Washington
into Oregon. Out of Oregon into Idaho. Five hundred miles. Back to
mountain time. Snake River sunset.