Gordon and Darren spent most of their time exploring the music section of the museum – The Seattle Aurally Magnificent Music Hall of Wonders, featuring guitar sculptures, interactive exhibits, and famous musical memorabilia.
Meanwhile, Brad and I wandered the Science Fiction Hall of Fame, replete with all the shit you would expect: Patrick Stewart’s Borg headgear, Death Star models and rubber alienware, oh my. The exhibits did go through a pretty broad history of science fiction writing as the story of genre pioneered in pulp, but now surely recognized as a legitimate literary source of ideas concerning humanity -- the impact of developing technologies and social movements, and our role in the universe. I started furiously scribbling down the names of authors and books that sounded interesting, happily reading blurbs about Philip K Dick and Ray Bradbury… until the next horde of little boys would rumble by, smearing grubby fingers on display glass and screaming at the ray guns on display, screaming at each other, screaming at the exciting world of science fiction in general, before being consumed by ADHD and sprinting to the next room.
After Thai lunch, we waved goodbye to the Space Needle and bolted for California. The rest of Washington and the whole of Oregon flew by, blurry and unnoticed. This far “south,” we were delighted by the warm weather that allowed for car doors to be left leisurely open during a potty stop, and by the sun, who greeted us high in the sky, where that motherfucker’s supposed to be.
Camping tonight was in an RV park in southern Oregon. A bit of a letdown in scenery after so much Alaskan beauty, but goddamn it was nice to sleep without socks on.
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