Live report from the West Coast Trail…Day 1

Day 1:

Situation desperate. Supplies low. Morale suffering. Life support systems failing. There is talk of mutiny within the crew. Crew members are plotting against each other behind each others backs and secretly hoarding supplies. We are suffering from scurvy. Crew members are divided as to whether we should kill and eat the cook, who is fond of using old socks for gravy stock. Lewis and Clark never had such problems. We are lost. Some want to go north, some south, east, west, up or down. Biggest arguments come in figuring out where exactly these directions lie.

There is talk of not even leaving home. If this is what it’s like in Devon before we leave, what chance have we?

By now you probably figured out I am just kidding. There are only two crew members (me and my wife Marilyn), and a third spiritual member Liz Itter who secretly guides our every decision by causing the bones we throw onto the ground to fall in interesting and important looking patterns, about which we argue endlessly — until whoever can yell the longest and loudest usually wins the argument (I think the longest argument lasted for three days). OK, so I am telling a pack of lies.

The real trip was a spectacular success in perfect weather. I am working on the pictures and story. It will be published soon in increments of a day. Stay tuned!