Pulled into work one lovely morning to find I no longer had a job with a company that I'd worked for almost 12yrs. Well, seems I've finally become part of the down economy, I felt many times lucky to be so well off in the current down turn, but all good things come to an end I suppose. Next time I spoke with my Father I mentioned I had been laid off. His reply? "Good, 'bout time you got out of that place." So, with abundant free time on my hands now, obviously a roadtrip is in order. My last day with the company was 4/26 and I left Port Orchard, WA on the afternoon of 5/11. Only one hard date on the trip. Meet the wife in Vegas on 5/23, other than that, just go. The Blue Pig, loaded (overloaded more likely) for the departure. Tried to cross the Olympics via Shelton and over Cougar-Smith Rd to Grisdale and Wynoochee, but the road to Wynoochee was closed Tuesday to Thursday for road-work. Figures, start off the trip with a backtrack. Drop down to hwy12 and out to the coast. First stop, aptly named Grayland, WA. Whole lotta gray alright,... Tried to ride out onto the sand. Did I mention I've never ridden in sand before? How about I try it out with an overloaded bike. Sorry folks, no I didn't drop it so no drop pics. Was an E-Ticket experience there for a moment or two. On down 101 heading past Willapa Bay, tide was out, way, way out,... Pulled into Seaside, WA on the Long Beach Peninsula and crashed that night at the Super8 or something similar. I dropped into a hotel the first night as I was freezing from the ride. Providing balance in the universe, the hotel room was hot as Hell all night long. No fun dragging all that gear into the hotel that night. Tuesday night, at about nine in the evening in a depressed sea side community means you will have dinner at a locals bar, listening to Bob Seger on the Jukebox all evening (not by choice, but don't rock the boat of the locals -- all four of them). So ends day 1.