I left Walla Walla pretty frustrated. I didn't know whether to be angry or just laugh at how silly things have gotten. I am trying to get a Pell Grant disbursed to me by my school. I have been trying to be patient with the employee I have been dealing with and I am sick of being cut off. I am almost certain that she assumes what I am going to say and starts to speak over me. I don't feel like anything I said was being heard. I had had enough.

I felt the best way to actually be heard was to write it out in an email. I summed up my main points at the end of the email:

'I want to clarify that I am understanding things correctly: I have to fly back to the Bay Area in order to have a special type of counselor look at the education plan I already have written, re-write the education plan that is already written, all for classes that are already completed?'

I think that this has gotten to a pretty ridiculous point. That is my opinion though. 

Off I go. It was a short ride to the park I was going to camp tonight so I wasn't in a huge hurry. I was laughing. I was also pissed. At some point I was taking out my camera and taking pictures of wheat fields. That is all there was. Wheat on the side of the mountain. Everywhere. 

I had learned about some aspects while in the hot tub at the hotel. A man headed to his land in Idaho was telling me what was going on. Harvest was coming early this year due to dry and hot weather this year. It shouldn't be ready til the 3rd week in July I think I heard. 

It was also interesting to see almost all wheat and then some fields had a couple patches of green, equally mixed etc. The green were weeds. I wonder how they get those out of there? 

I came into the town of Waitsburg and in the field was a camel. How crazy! It was so hot. I rode into the town and looked for a place to eat.  I saw some shade and leaned my bike up against an electrical box. A man came over and was amazed to see someone riding a bike in the heat. We talked a bit about the bike trip, the town, and where to get something to eat. He pointed me to the new sandwich shop where I got a bbq sandwich. 

I had also seen a place to get my haircut and stopped in. The woman was very interested in what I was doing. She also told me a lot about the town as well. She had been there like 30 years I think. She was telling me about the day Mt. St. Helens erupted and how the town was affected. I have noticed that shops in small towns have to have multiple 'hats' on to survive. 

I went down to Lewis and Clark State Park and found my primitive camp sight and jumped in the river to cool off and wash off the itchy hair. Cooked some oatmeal for dinner and looked at the map for the next day. 

How big of a day was I going to have?

40 or 70?