Well hello guys! Fred's busy so I'm tagging in to catch you up on our story. The "I" in question here being Dan, the only one of Fred's furry companions who can actually type. Rosie does wonderful cursive, however her hooves just aren't great for keyboards. It's been quite a while since we last posted. For those that don't know, through a series of misadventures and bad luck we may have slightly shorted out, crushed, drowned, or otherwise destroyed most of our technology and electronic devices. The most fun of which being of course when I blew up the power inverter and we spent a month or so in total darkness. It's possible we may be cursed; it's also possible I'm an idiot. But valiantly we trek on and you deserve to hear about it! So let's limp right back into our story where we left off.
When we last spoke we were packing up in Seattle and rolling on to Portland having slept in a real bed for the first time since North Carolina. Driving through Seattle on our way out of town we caught sight of the space needle and the monorail. Consider for a moment, in life how few opportunities you're afforded to see a goat on a monorail. It's like five, tops. Fred, wanting all the world to experience the joy of a random goat sighting, felt it pretty necessary we put a goat on that train, I was forced to agree. So we parked the camper, popped Rosie's butt bag on, got Juno for company and moral support, and walked over to the space needle. As usual we gained a small following of gleeful children and confused adults. Rosie of course, sensing the public eye on her, spent time twirling in circles, following strangers at a full run, and eating cigarette butts off the ground. Fred gets very upset about people throwing cigarette butts on the street because she has to constantly pull them out of the goat's mouth. I think she should just buy the goat some nicorette.
Rosie was a grump about the butt bag.
We walked over to a fountain so we could adjust Rosie's poop carrier and so I could take pictures of her taking pictures. As we walked through the Seattle center that surrounds the space needle we had a lovely conversation with homeless fellow who told us about a pygmy goat he had as a pet when he was younger. More and more we run into people who had goats as pets and always find it fun to chat with kindred spirits. So we exchanged goat stories and he tried to warn Rosie off of cigarettes, but she just twirled in a dismissive fashion and ate a leaf. Eventually we reached the monorail station and walked past a two stormtroopers and darth vader who were taking pictures with tourists. They did not look particularly pleased at the arrival of our goat who seemed poised to encroach on their territory. But we headed inside without hurting their business too much.
Fred talked about how much she loved Seattle and how welcoming and warm the people were, and the monorail station was probably the best example of that. Nobody seemed the least bit concerned about the goat coming along on the trip and as we were waiting for the car to arrive a representative came onto the platform just to say hi and take a picture of Rosie. When we asked if it was a problem to take Rosie along he was emphatically supportive of us and went on to say how excited he was to get his first goat rider. So thank you City of Seattle and Seattle Monorail Services for letting us have some fun and being so cool with our weird little lives.
Begging for treats
All aboard!
The monorail itself was a short trip around the main hubs of the city but Rosie loves to look out the window when we drive, so this was something special for her. Juno sat in my lap and we took selfies, because she seemed sad that nobody wanted to take her picture.
Juno needs love too!
Faster than a speeding... goat?
We got off the monorail and since we'd already seen the sights the day before we just had a small walk around the Westlake center and Pike Place Market just so we could get some exercise before a long car ride. Someday I'd like to know how many people have taken selfies with our little ruminant buddy because after a half hour of walking it had to be close to 200. Juno got her love too because everybody wants to be the one who pets the dog instead of the goat. Afterwards we returned to the monorail and loaded back up for our trip to Portland. Somehow we managed to never get on the road any time before 4 pm and Seattle was no exception. Usually we are in the middle of nowhere when that happens though so we experienced something we hadn't since New York city: rush hour traffic. When you've spent four months floating around the country on the open road the concept of traffic is highly offensive. We sat on the border of Tacoma for long enough that I began to see myself visibly age. Eventually we made it out of Washington and into Oregon, but our arrival into Portland is a whole other story.
