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Latest revision as of 14:10, 5 August 2022

Tue 2 Aug 2022 in Seattle:
47.4689765, -122.3080935
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Location

Westbound lanes of highway 518, between I-5 and Burien

Participants

Expedition

Story time :)

I woke up at 4:30 am in Milan, or more specifically the Sheraton airport hotel at Malpensa. Tuesday was a travel day to return to the USA. The original plan was to drive home to drop off luggage then drive to Olympia for a family thing.

The actual flight was Milan to Frankfurt, then Frankfurt to Seattle. On the second leg, the captain informed us there was no fly-net internet available on this 747, which I'm sure made some of the folks upstairs unhappy. Me, I had a book to read :)

After landing and customs, I headed home - not once checking today's hashpoints. I mean, I knew global wasn't here, but beyond that, I was unaware...

In a few moments of downtime in Olympia, I idly checked the hashpoint. The nearest was in 47,-123, and looked like wilderness, so no trip there. But wait, what did that mean in the home graticule? The hashpoint was in the westbound lanes of highway 518, which I had traveled just hours earlier.

I put together a quick expedition plan, stopping for a caffeinated beverage. Something about having woken up 24 hours earlier was starting to nag at me. While there I was nearly bitten by the Unawareness raptor.

The actual expedition was pretty straightforward. This is a highway, and I decided not to pull over or do any hashdance. I would cleverly poise my fingers on the screen capture and drive through at 60ish MPH (aka 100 KPH). In the screen shot, I managed to get to single digits on accuracy, definite success for a speed racer. Was I the last one standing? Time will tell.

I then reached home again and several hours of uninterrupted sleep.

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