Crossing the border into Washington was almost a tear-jerker. I have wanted to come back to this state since high school. The last couple years I wondered if I would ever make it this direction again.
My first stop was for gas in Ritzville, Washington. This small farming community was home to a Starbucks. So, of course, I had to drop in there. After all, I needed the caffeine and it was right next to the gas station! One of my friends asked if the coffee tasted better in Washington. I'll call myself out on that one and respond with; "only in my head." I've been much more conscious abut bringing my own mug when getting drinks lately. I hate to see the paper cup waste, so this is my part; plus, people love to see the Melbourne Starbucks mug and it gives me a conversation-starter with folks while they prepare my coffee.
Crossing into the Columbia Gorge, I stopped to stretch my legs and take in the scenery. The Columbia River is a significant source of water (the largest river emptying into the Pacific Ocean) and the most significant river for hydro-electric power in North America. It also serves as part of the border between Oregon and Washington. The huge gorge the river has forged is pretty amazing to stand over!
I drove about 10 hours on Saturday to arrive in Seattle and stay with Shuttle Dave "Massie". I was excited to see him again, and to meet the girlfriend, Chelsea, he pined over on The Ice. They were lovely hosts and I enjoyed their company for the evening.
I had a rocky night of sleep there. I went to sleep late and then Laura called from the South Pole at 3am. A couple of hours later, I woke up at 5:30 to attend the baptism of my cousin's child. On the way up there, I stopped at a familiar rest area with a huge tree stump on display. This curious tree has seemingly shrunk over the years. I guess, more likely, I have gotten taller. They also had much-needed free coffee at this rest area. The early morning was well-worth it, although, a good night of sleep was in order last night!
Today I'm spending some time looking up jobs and organizing an afternoon excursion to arrange delivery of my mailed boxes and such. It certainly feels good to be back!
Monday, April 30, 2007
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Did you know your Grandmother went through that tree when she was your age. --Dad
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