Thursday, August 16, 2007

Yakama with an 'A' are AOK.

I rode south from Yakuma for an hour with an eye toward camping out.
The valley outside the city is a patchwork of commercially cultivated
fields, small farms, and impoverished trailer parks where live,
presumably, the pickers.

Something about the quality of this disparity made me nervous about
approaching people for permission to camp on their land. Fortuitously,
I soon reached the Yakama RV park, a sort of Indian-themed KOA,
attached to a fancy pants Yakama cultural interpretation center.

After registering, I came out to find a flat tire on my bike. A quick
inspection turned up a small thorn. I don't know WHOSE ancestors
guided me here, but the timing could not have been better.

Setting up camp, I got lucky again, arriving just in time to watch the
slenderest crescent moon descend between two giant teepees and sink
into an adjacent field.


pulphaiku said...

Aieee!!! I remember Yakima. Bad, bad Yakima! Fantastic reading, Ivan! It sounds amazing.

August 17, 2007 12:27 AM  
Doug said...

Sounds like a very... eventful day. Looks like you're making great progress. I can't wait to see what today brings! Ride safe and have a great time!

August 17, 2007 10:16 AM  

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