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Winter Westernland Vol. 2: Road Trip

Sábado 10 de Abril de 2010 15:19 Vasco A. Carinhas

As we followed the mellowed paved roads of the Emerald City, a pedestrian metropolis by pride, sightseeing around our Seattle’s HQ became imperative. The downhill walk from Capitol Hill to the Public Market provided the northern cultural clashes of this relatively new urban center. The city screamed to be felt, touched, and ravaged. The nippy frost didn’t stop its calling as we lulled to her siren’s call.

However, this was just the first stop. The road awaited us. As we crossed state lines, Oregon’s light turned emerald in nature when its forests enveloped our eyesight, forcing us to stop in order to absorb the woodland essence. The forced biological rest stops became a treat in our hurried schedule to reach the Bay City.

Switching lanes and drivers, the mountain passes enclosed around us as fog enveloped the faltering highway ahead. Twilight took command of the timeline, guiding us to take shelter in the town of Shasta, California; taking pride in the last jump across another state line in the same night as sleep took over. It nevertheless paid off; when the mythical clear view of Mount Shasta guided us along the last mountain pass before entering the drier flora of the road to San Francisco.

The City by the Bay’s golden gates flanked our Jeep as the city nightlife opened its shell for us to pluck it. Castro, the pier, and Alcatraz were walked through as our last guy’s night out in Mecca loomed in the horizon. Our last stop was the City of Angels, where the nightlife of Sunset Strip and Santa Monica Boulevard provided the fill of entertainment. The next day a guided tour provided a cliff notes’ preview of L.A., giving a nutshell history of La-La Land. A Mullholland Drive view of the Hollywood sign and Los Angeles on the sunset light became our last stop before a long drive back to the headquarters all of us had come to call home. The siren was singing for us to drive Arctic bound.

Photography by: Eduardo I. Díaz