I spent a night in the rent-a-car at a parking space in a park. Although I was exhausted, I was hard to get to sleep. Because I felt uneasiness, which I cannot pitch a tent anywhere and then my expedition is going to be finished despite that I did not even start the expedition yet.
And also today, I drove to look for a camping space. While I had not been able to find any camping space, I drove into Port of Kennewick where more than 100 yachts moored. And then, I asked to Mike Melia who directed to fix a pavement of parking area, “Do you know any place where I can pitch a tent and put a kayak out to the river?” Mike kindly introduced me to his co-workers who administered the port, and then surprisingly they gave me a permission to set up a tent and stay in the port. They told me, that it deviated from an established rule, but specially they would support my expedition.
I pitched a tent on the grass behind an unused single-story office. The Columbia River the sun sets on was outspread before the tent. It was so quiet without flow of people. They offered me a shower room and a power plug.
I fell into a restful sleep for the first time after leaving Japan under protection of their kindness.