This is the morning I’m flying out of Seattle into Twisp via Monte, and from there a ride to Hart’s Pass. I saw two hikers out of Greene Tortise yesterday, they should be well on their way by now.
I have gotten bogged down in preparation and ready to get the show on the road. I have what I need to get started and will have to find the rest on the trail.
The shift happen around 530 this morning in the Fish Market district here in Seattle-the night people go somewhere and the day people appear.
I’m having a cup of Pike coffee at the Starbucks on first and Pike: it’s old here, but the coffee is fresh.
I’m feeling stretched this morning after my introductory night in the Green Tortoise Hostel–a sold out building with a variety of folk. There are as many languages spoken here as there are bunk beds. No fighting and no flat screen t.v.s.
I have the sense there is more going on underground here in Seattle , both physically and spiritually, than maybe going on at street level.
Today, I work on transportation toward the trail, but first I want to see all that raw fish Seattle is famous for.
Things are hopping in Seattle tonight. I don’t think people get up till midnight? To bed now and start over tomorrow. 
I am waiting on two pair of socks from Vermont, then my gear list will be done-maybe.
This a good place to come and get “right sized”.
Spiritual Formation 