These posts should be location-stamped for the next month or so, maybe, as I have begun a ping-pongy journey that will take me and sometimes others around an adequate-sized chunk of the country.
It began last Friday afternoon as I bid farewell to The Beard and The Gato and the great ivied building that keeps them both safe, driving off into the rain that gave way to abundant, glowing sunshine as I passed into Eastern Pennsylvania.
There, I found Sarah.
We tucked into her parents’ house for the night, sipping wine and laughing at dogs and girl-chatting late into the starry cold cricket night. Shortly after dawn we woke for coffee and goodbyes and began our journey south, to a sprawling house on the northern end of the Outer Banks, where we met her cousins, and more dogs. Windows down, toothy smiles, coffee both cold and hot, a house full of loved ones. A stray cat slunk across the road shortly after we arrived.
We are here for nearly a week, at which point our journey will take us north, to scoop Steve (one last time) in Easton, and then east to Brooklyn, briefly. From there, points west, into the middle.
We are still digging through the archives of submitted cat materials up in here. I am woefully behind. These images reflect my true nature, purrhaps.
Jared is an archaeologist, which means he is good at finding things.
This, the first but hopefully not the last of Jake’s video-logs of Olive’s movements in the world. Gurl knows what she wants.