Arriving in Astoria late at night, after my long walk over the bridge, I put on my best po’ boy accent and puppy dog eyes as I tried in vain to find a place to stay. Given the choice between a night by the cannery, on a public bench, or at a motel, I sucked up my wallet and chose the motel.
The next morning, I was contacted by Elleda Wilson, a local reporter, who had heard about me from Birgit, the woman I stayed with in Hoodsport, WA; Birgit appointed herself as my de facto PR rep and has arranged interviews and places to stay down the coast. Elleda offered me her couch, which I shared with 9 cats and 2 dogs – ”all rescues”, she proudly proclaimed. I dont’ think the moose, the gargoyle, or the boyfriend were rescues, but these days, you never know. (Check out the great article that Elleda wrote about me in the Daily Astorian.)