We moved from Los Angeles, CA to Portland, OR in July 2016. My boyfriend, Christian, had gotten a new job. So we did it all in 2 days, loading up and driving our two cars and a rental pickup. No U-Haul, no Pods, just shoving everything in that we could and leaving/selling/donating the rest.
So off we go, me in Christian’s car with our cat, Gem, my mom driving my car, and Christian in the rental. The bed of the pickup was stuffed above the cab and the tarp we had over it ripped to shreds causing Christian to end up almost 2 hours behind us as we waited at the Starbucks in Buttonwillow with the cat terrified out of her mind. We drove 4 hours from there, spent the night in a Motel 6 in Livermore so we could park the truck overnight in my sister’s driveway, and then drove 10 hours up to Portland the next day… except it actually took 13 because I got trapped behind a huge burning semi for two and a half hours after my mom and Christian narrowly avoided the flames flying across the freeway.
Yes it was horrifying, no I don’t want to talk about it.
We didn’t get to our new place until almost midnight, but since we needed to drop the rental off at 8 the next morning we had to unpack the truck. We picked up some wine beforehand but couldn’t find the corkscrew—luckily I found an open bottle we’d packed so we all had a couple solo cups of that instead. We slept on air mattresses, dropped off the truck and got brunch at the Hazel Room (a past Portland favorite) the next morning, took my mom to see the International Rose Test Garden, and then she went on her way.
Since then it’s been a nonstop exploration of this new town, our new state, and all the new stuff that comes along with it. Food, hiking, beer, fun… and a whole lot of adventure.
Here’s some snapshots of the long haul from LA to Portland:
Climbing up the Grapevine
Our last California sunset
Christian in the pickup, ripped tarp flapping in the wind
Day 2, the kitten in her carrier sleeping after a solid hour of howling when we got back on the road
So close but so far…
Pit stop outside of Mount Shasta
Gem trying to hunt birds at the rest stop (not pictured: the older couple in disbelief of a cat on a leash)
Made it across the state line…
…and not 20 minutes later I was the 2nd car stopped behind a huge flaming semi—the tires had already exploded here but you can see the ash and remnants raining down
Finally through and green as the eye can see
Just outside of Springfield and Eugene
Last picture before the sun set completely
Us completely exhausted at our new place the next day
Wandering through the Rose Garden, home in Portland at last
More to come soon…