Road Trip Day 18.

Today was kind of a end of days.
I finished the 101 today. Drove in the neighborhood of 95% of it from where it began in San Diego, California. Three states worth. And I'd do it again.
I've been headed straight north for almost a week. I've been as far north as possible on the 101. Tomorrow I head East until I get to Montana.
I've seen the Pacific Ocean (a lot of it for sure) almost everyday for two weeks. I left it today in Olympic National Park, and finally dipped my toes in at the last possible opportunity. I'm glad that I did, for sure. Its f'n cold. Why didn't I swim in it? 'Cause it's f'n cold, thats why.
Thirdly, I'm in Tacoma, Washington watching the fifteenth of fifteen baseball games in fifteen different stadiums in five different states in 16 days, and I'll be at Safeco Park in downtown Seattle tomorrow morning for a stadium tour. Its a fitting night, though; my scorebook is completely full after yesterday; my radio battery died; I didn't make it to my seat until the third inning; I lost my pencil; and frankly, there's fireworks tonight. The Rainiers are currently beating the Isotopes in the bottom of the seventh, and if I remember right, that makes the home team record 8-7 if Tacoma wins. That's reason for celebration right there!
Lastly, I'm headed back in the direction of home now. I've been headed away from home since July 24, and tonite will be the farthest away from the house I will spend the night this trip.
Its been fun. Moments like right now- the mascot for Tacoma is a Moose (hadn't caught his name yet) and he's got himself a slingshot shooting t-shirts into the crowd. You wanna get folks excited off their ass? Break out the free crap. The slingshot is better than just throwing them, but my favorite has to be from last year though. Can't remember where it was, but the mascot was a Chicken, and he had a compressed air bazooka about four foot long. They had that thing strapped to that Chicken and all he had to do was pull the trigger. Chicken never moved. He just turned a bit and the girl reloaded the tube again, shoved the shirt down with a stick, and the second deckers got their free shit. It was awesome. And they had a talent for rolling ghe shirts. Looked like flying bricks with some attitude. Looked like a potato gun - that was a badass Chicken right there. Crowd pleaser for sure.
Minor league games have great antics, too. Soak a t-shirt, roll it up, freeze it solid, then get two guys racing trying to put one on first. Or if you're Fresno, you plan yourself a mascot wrestling battle royal after the game. For the right to date night with Wendy (from Wendy's) you get a chipmonk, a chicken, a frosty, an eyeball and a few more of your mascot buddies and have yourself a Main event. I've got video, and yes, it was kickass.
I digress.
I had a great day today, continued to see great things. God is just incredible. I have seen 7000 miles of land and water and sky- may not see these same things again, but each day has seemed better than the last. We will see what tomorrow brings.
Until tomorrow. Drive on. And let the fireworks begin. Tacoma Victorious!