I'M SORRY IT HAS BEEN SO LONG!!!!!

    Well now that we got that out of the way, I can continue where I left off. I will do my best to not make this incredibly long and boring, but all I can do is try. Also I don't have any pictures of my time in Seattle yet (Natasha, hint hint, send me pictures), and when I get them I will add them in a gallery or something.
    My first few days in Seattle were spent playing Magic the Gathering, being pre release weekend and all. So I had something to do all day, I just needed a place to sleep at night. My first night was at the spot I got from the guy on the bus, but on my second attempt to camp there I learned that some of my more respectable neighbors weren't having any of that. I ended up sleeping on a small grass hill in between some parking spots. The next night I went to the north of Seattle in a place called Shoreline (I think and I am to lazy to check, feel free to correct me in the comments), where I found a nice place to sleep in a park after my first pre release event. The second night I decided to find somewhere else to sleep, so that the nice park goers wouldn't freak that I was sleeping there 2 nights in a row, which lead me to finding the nicest spot I have ever found.  It was behind a building for lease, had 3 walls and a roof, was visible from almost no other directions, and there was king sized mattress just sitting there begging me to indulge, which I gladly obliged. My first night there was bliss, my second was slightly less bliss as I was ousted by some overzealous, exploration cops and I was ousted back tot he park.
    Luckily it started to rain in the morning, right when the park would open, so I had plenty of time to sleep in as nobody would be taking a run in the rain. That day my friend Natasha was coming to Seattle, so I grabbed a bus, and met her at the airport. We spent the night at a KOA camp where I was able to clean myself up, which was extremely necessary after a week or so sleeping outside. The next day we relocated to a Marriot on the lake, where Natasha had a few free nights, dropped of our stuff, and went to check out the town. We went to the aquarium and saw all kinds of cute and cuddly animals and also some animals that looked like they were crafted out of pure death. Then we were off to Pike Place Market where we met a bookstore owner who sang opera and I found 20 dollars on the ground. We finished the night crashing early in the hotel room and got a fresh start the next day. We wandered around Seattle looking for a non existant pizza shop, grabbed some food at some other random place, and headed off to the zoo.
    The zoo was mostly empty, and full of cute baby animals, so in other words was totally awesome. we met trainers who were able to talk to us about the different animals because there were not a bunch of screaming kids to bother them, and we got pretty much the best views on most of the animals. Those that were out that is, the elephants and giraffes decided we weren't worth their time. That night I did laundry and me and Natasha watched Disney's Hurcules, but only after having and AWESOME fancy dinner in a restaurant by the lake, curtsey of Natashas' mom.
     The next day was Natashas last day, and I escorted her to the airport, said my goodbys, and then proceeded to evacuate Seattle. It is fair to say I was a little tired of the large city, so I grabbed the first bus to Bellevue, where after a bit of walking I got a ride at a gridlocked intersection from Kyle.
      Kyle is one of those people I can describe with my new favorite phrase "as nice as they come". He was getting off work, saw a bum on the road, and thought "there is a guy who I can take to book club, buy dinner, buy into a poker game, and then let sleep on my couch."  Kyle was pretty much just interested in helping someone, which is a quality that suits him well. After an awesome evening that was topped of with some serious discussion, the kind I have been growing to miss, Kyle dropped me off at a Starbucks to continue my trip. Also if you are reading this, I would still be super appreciate if you posted my blog on your blog ( I would be glad to do the same, so please email me your blog).
    After leaving Kyle in Issiqua, I took a few rides and landed in Spokane for the evening, the city where it is illegal to be broke.  Every restaurant in Spokane had a "bathroom for customers only" sign, and I was kicked out of my sleeping spot twice. The next morning I found that the hitch hiking spots were terrible, leading me to conclude that there are so many hobos in Spokane because it is the black hole of tramps. Somehow, the hobo gods shined their grace on me huddling under a overpass in the rain, standing on a guard rail trying to get a ride, by allowing me to get a ride from Alison. She wasn't even going my direction, but she thought that me being a hitch hiker was about as cool as it gets, and I thought that her thinking that was the equivalent. She took me into Idaho, asking me actual questions about my trip, as opposed to the regular dribble I get on a lot of my nickle and dimes.
    We chatted, grabbed some food and ice cream, and finally had to split up in Idaho, leaving me with the knowledge that I would not have a ride that cool for a while (also if you read this Alison, shoot me an email because I don't know how to contact you). A couple more rides, one from a colorful drug dealer, dropped me in my next destination, Rock Creek Montana.
    A few miles past Missoula, Rock Creek is a bastion or mountains, trees, and rivers, and anything else you can expect from an area that looks like it was designed by a poet. What follows will be an upsetting amount of pictures I took while spending days walking through the hills, climbing mountains, running into snakes, following dear trails, and scaring the dear that made them.

Oh look shale gravel, lets climb up it on all fours.

Just beautiful, scenery is nice too

If this was black and white I would win an award

Seariously, like a Robert Frost poem

Beneath the Robert Frost tree

A creek through the campsite, and graveyard of that boat I made

On top of my hill

Seriously, how can you beat Montana

Campsite on the edge of the wash

    I spent 4 days in Rock Creek, where they late me stay for free because I was just camping and they were closing in a few days. The owners were extremely nice to me, and the access to a shower was nice, the only downside being the huge lack of cellphone service, which came through just enough for me to get text messages from people saying "WHERE ARE YOU?, ARE YOU DEAD?". But after a few days it was getting a little cold, so I decided to start running south.

Amazing scenery, terrible traffic flow

    Hitching in the area was pretty rough, there was just no traffic on the on ramps, nobody was stopping, everybody was just passing through. On one attempt there was only one truck that drove through, who just pulled off the road to make some phone calls. But I'm not complaining because that one truck picked me up, and took me all the way to Utah. That's right folks, one update in Seattle, the next in Utah, where I sit in a McDonalds typing and getting dirty looks from the staff. I need to get out of the state soon though, as it is supposed to snow, which makes the amount of time I have spent on this post even more irresponsible. I am sorry about the lack of pictures, and the huge text wall, and I promise to "attempt" to do better in the future, but if you must stop reading my blog, then thanks for sticking around for the ride, and I hope you step on Legos.

I had actually forgotten that Utah had mountains,

Fun small story.

    I saw once on reddit a post that I made absolutely no attempt to verify, it said that once a man somewhere in England climbed a mountain that had never been climbed before, only to find a grand piano on top.  Well while I was in Rock Creek, I decided to climb a small mountain on one of my daily excursions, which was not so much climbing but more spasming up the sheer face of the mountain, slipping on shale and holding onto tiny shrubs. But I had told myself that I wasn't going to eat my lunch until I got to the top, so I continued on. A lot of struggling and labored breathing latter, I made it to the top. Either the universe or the hitch hiking gods saw fit to reward me for my accomplishment with a Coke Zero.  There was a mountain cold Coke Zero waiting for me on the top of the trail.  I know right.

Seriously, look at it (I brought the starbursts)

 Also I have been sad about the amount of use the comment section is getting, so if you are still reading please feel free to post a place you think I should visit. Who knows, I might actually go, but remember that if it is terrible then I will make it my life goal to sneeze on your pillow.