Truck Broke Down

On my trip to Oregon I got this iconic photo (through the windshield) of Shasta’s Black Butte.

I took a trip back through Oregon and Humboldt and at the end of it the truck broke down. On the 23rd of April I left Eureka at the Police station and experienced a sad series of events where I had to hire a tow truck and rent a room. That day I met Dave the tow truck driver and countless automobile maintenance, sales and rental personnel. I made about a million phone calls to friends, family and rental dealerships. It was a learning experience. I made a lot of mistakes which I am not certain I can avoid in the future. However, I did learn a lot about how communication factored into solving my problem in addition to the vagaries of the business day.

I ended up missing a party that I really wanted to attend but I was happy that I was able to use my skills to make wise choices and when I was able to see through my own frustration was able to even enjoy myself and even explore the local areas. Many of the steps of getting home were easily intuited from previous experiences and I wrote the whole experience down in my notebook as it was happening.

This is a regular series chronicling my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life. I wrote this on the 26th of May and posted it to the blog on June 13th.