114 ... Gabriel Morrisdown to Haines, where I’d begun my journey a few months before.
There we drove onto the huge ferry and, over the next few days,
sailed south to Prince Rupert, British Columbia. From there we con-
tinued down through southern B.C., to Seattle.
Chris was headed east back to Kansas, and Tamara was going
south to Portland. They dropped me off at the Greyhound Station in
Seattle, where I caught a bus west out to the coast. I hitched south
down Highway 101 through Washington, Oregon, and Northern
California and, a few days later, arrived back at my mom’s house
in Ukiah, feeling almost as if I’d lived a lifetime in the course of one
summer.