Hi friends, Halfbeard the Barbarian checking in from a public library in Spokane, Washington. I arrived at a rest stop last night ~1.30am Pacific timeÃ‚Â and have essentially not slept for 36 hours (save for several cat naps when I holed up in a single-occupancy, lockableÃ‚Â handicapped restroom to escape the cold). June 3rd I woke up in Buffalo, Wyoming and caught two rides to get to Billings, Montana where a crazy middle-aged lady coming from South Dakota (after a week ofÃ‚Â branding calves)Ã‚Â took me all the way to Post Falls, Idaho. Montana is unbelievably huge… the Rockies are unbelievably awesome. I even drove her rickety ’94 Geo Metro (manual; 40 mpg) for a stretch. I got into Spokane around 6.30am this morning –Ã‚Â after the obligatory run-in with state police on the highway — and was pretty overwhelmed by the city for a while. My fatigue, hunger, body odor, and 44-degree temps did not help. I got a little more oriented this afternoon thanks to the library and a helpful Spokane visitor’s center. I have to chill here til at least June 9th, then onto Seattle. I’m on the waitlist for a bed at a Catholic mission / homeless shelter; if I don’t get in (I won’t find out until 9pm) then I’ll boondock it at a local park. I wanted to kill time by seeing Wasson in Pasadena but somebody forgot to tell me that Pasadena is hella far away and a bus ticket, let alone train, is $300+ so that’s out. I owe a lot of you phone calls but will probably wait until I’m at Suz’s in Seattle and can breathe a sigh of relief. Thanks again for all the encouraging txts & voicemails… and obviously, Obama ’08. Peace.