I probably shouldn't have started this journey in the middle of summer. Once I left the comfy confines of Seattle, life has been treacherous. I didn't know that eastern washington was so desolate. I hadn't prepared for that, and have ended up losing a bit of weight and becoming dehydrated to the point I passed out and woke up in a local Spokane hospital.
I ripped the IV's out of my arm when I woke, because nothing will distract me from my mission of finding my Irish heritage.
I think I must have been a little delirious because I think I stole a homeless man's bike. Anyway, this will help me make up for the time I've lost. I'm sorry, homeless man, for stealing your bike - and your napsack.
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