Go west, old man

Finally, I am bicoastal. Sitting here at SeaTac looking out at the cascades (I suppose) catching the early sun–of which there as been nothing else. Weather has been spectacular!

Boarding soon for Houston (I’ll wave as we pass over, Gary) and then to Greensboro, and finally, the 2.5 hour drive up the blue ridge to home.

I have been all around this world, as the old tune goes.

Images coming in a few days–not so many, as I resist taking touristy pix, but can’t resist making some visual memories.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Looking forward to hearing more about your trip to the northwest. We’re hanging out south of there in eastern Oregon for a spell while we lend our hands and hearts while our little grandson undergoes cancer treatment. It’s very different country here east of the Cascades and a big change from our Pennsylvania woods!

  2. You’ll be disappointed flying in to Houston…We’ve been socked in for days. You’ll be seeing nothing but clouds until you get down…Then it’s humidity and heat (it’s 80 here on the coast).

  3. Getting off the plane in Houston was like walking into a greenhouse, hitting a wall of heat and humidity so different from what we had known in Seattle. I did not have a window seat, coming or going, so my only impression of Houston was its flatness, again, compared to Seattle. And the heat.