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First week of July I took the week off to go camping in Mammoth. We must have gotten lazy and decided that Barton flats (about 150 miles from Big Bear) was a better idea. Also instead of spending a week there, we ended up turning it into one night. We ended up eating all the food we bought that night and woke up with just a jar of pickles to fight over.




Came back on the evening of the Fourth after running out of liquor and aching for fireworks. Headed down to Vance's place in Newport. The whole city was absolutely nuts, pitch dark with fire work shows in every direction, we had to park about four or five blocks away. The evening went well, 'third floor if you're happening' was my few choice words of the evening. All in all it ended with about 20 kids on a 5 person balcony of the hotel across the street huddled in a corner. 3 missing kids and about 12 searchers. Weren't we glad to be home. Went back to work and decided I wanted to go to Seattle for a while. Two days after my first vacation, I asked for another week in a half.




Got the nine days off and looked for train tickets. They were now running to be about seven hundred dollars and seeing as it was a last minute trip I wasn't expecting to blow that much. I forked out 200 and took a greyhound bus. Note: It takes 33hrs to get to Seattle from La. It had to have been the worst traveling experience I had ever had. I kept waking up and forgetting where I was and seeing abnormal wastiods sitting around me.



Spent the days 'blending' in the crowds and falling in love with Fremont (U district)and the nights in a cruddy hotel in Seatec playing kings cup. Fremont was full of eccentric people and vegan food everywhere, my stomach was doing back flips. I'd love to live there. The cafes were quiet and so home like. Just passed Fremont there was a park that have the view of downtown Seattle and the best parts of Washington. Again, I drooled.