The Northwest trip Volume five

I had many reasons for wanting to take a trip to the northwest. There were places on the way that I wanted to see. My son was in Canada and I wanted to visit and meet his partner. I also had a friend on Van cover Island that I wanted to visit. I traveled with a friend, Sheila, who wanted to go to Seattle to take a flight to the Orient so as to teach English as a second lesson. Delilah had no reason but had to go anyway.
The trip started well, we spent a few days at Canyon lands, http://www.pbase.com/koyote11/trip_to_the_northwest
Somewhere in Utah, things got terribly wrong. Sheila and I had a shootout fight. Delilah responded by going ballistic. At its worst we were stopped late at night getting a snooze but Delilah got into one of her moods where she wanted out and get free from us. No matter what I did, she wanted freedom, she take any direction as long as it was away from me and the car. It was a dark night and I was suffering from severe sleep deprivation and my mood was sinking low. Meanwhile all she did was pull on the leash with the constant meow. Finally, in a moment of rage, I let go of the leash, saying fuck you, go, I can’t stand you anymore. In a moment she was gone. I just stood there stun, for an endless moment. Finally I came to my senses and ran after her. Fortunately, she hadn’t gone far, but I knew she knew the secret of my strength and I felt guilty for allowing a loss of control.
The mood was tense till we got to Seattle and Sheila and I departed from each other. However, things remained stress because of the incidents at the Canadian border. I was totally unprepared for the interrogation I received from the border guards there. They had a report on me that went back over fifty years. I did something during my teen age years that I had long forgotten. Somehow my sons name got into the equation and I had fears that I might have jeopardized his stay there. I worried about that for over a year. For the entire time I was in Canada, I had nightmares of Nick getting into trouble due to things I might have said. It marred the Canadian stay. Meanwhile Delilah was acting at her worst. They had a kitty, Zeta, and Delilah had passionate hatred for her. It was so severe that she even hissed at Leanne who carried the smell of Zeta. Delilah couldn’t come into the house because her attitude was of hate and hissing. Fortunately they had a camper in the back where she stayed the entire trip. One day we all took a hike to the nearby hills, both kitties seemed to be competing on their hiking skills, they made it to the top faster than we did.
They had a pet bird that they were in the process of healing. Delilah was within a hair’s breath of snagging her in mid air leading to more tension.
Our next stop was on Gabriolla . Island just off the main island to visit a friend and spent a week there. Delilah continued her restlessness always wanting to be outside. There was no relief though; being outside didn’t stop her from on going meows. My last night there was particularly annoying, it got so bad, I locked her in the car. She reciprocated by pooping in the car. It wasn’t her finest moment.
Getting back into the country was no problem; they didn’t even look at her. It was the Oregon coast to see the Pacific once again. Unfortunately the coast was bought out by the rich and they didn’t appreciate the likes of me being there trying to find a place to spend the night. What there was cost a fortunate? So each night, I had to drive inland trying to find a deserted road to spend the night. Getting to the beach was difficult. You had to drive through small towns and spend time looking for parking space. Delilah didn’t like the beach at all and didn’t hesitate to let me know. By the California state line, I have had enough of the beach scene in America and decided it was time to go home. Delilah agreed. So I went inland and made the long trek back to Silver City. After being on the road for about 23 hrs, I was close to home so I decided to go the next two hours. However, a lightning storm unlike any I have ever seen scared the hell out of us. It was everywhere and Delilah freaked. The rain started and not long afterwards the roads started to flood. We had to pull over and I couldn’t calm her down. She seems to say that “you pull this shit again; I’m running away and finding a new home”.
For several months, I received thoughts emanated from her. The messages received boiled down to the same theme, “Someday I will be gone, will you rejoice in my freedom or will you grieve your loss. All your life, she seemed to say, you never really enjoyed the highs, always worrying about how life would be if you lost whatever made you high. Whether it was a new drug, love or even your sailboat, in most cases your fear of loss made you numb. I’m here to teach you to love totally even though soon I will be gone.”