The Triple Door in Seattle was our first real gig in a theater setting. A lovely room, warm reception by the staff and audience, and Very Good Food. We noshed our way through the sound check and delivered a solid performance, after which we were treated to a night at the University Motel Suites, where the rooms were really apartments and the fixtures were from the ’50s, right down to the pink Frigidaire. The building was once housing for workers during the Korean War (I think) and has been slowly converted into modern rooms. We got the old part, and were delighted with it. After breakfast with Steve Peters, but not with Mandy, whose number I managed to lose until way too late, we headed off for the border and the Vancouver gig at the Waldorf Hotel. Getting into Canada was not as hard as imagined, and the hotel was not as one might imagine a Waldorf facility. It had a nice performance room, however, as well as what was described with some accuracy as the world’s oldest (and possibly the only remaining) Tiki Bar. Strange, but sweet, kinda. After the gig, having priced rooms in Vancouver, we hopped back across the border and spent the night near Bellingham in the first of many Motel 6-es. Clean, spare and mostly in safe neighborhoods. Then it was off to Portland.