The fourth day of the first part of our move to Alaska took us out of Montana, through 80 miles of Idaho, and through Washington to Bellingham.
Idaho, at least what we saw of it, is pretty. We passed Coeur d’Alene, and I wish we could have stopped to look around. Here’s a shot from my “Through the Windshield” series:
We then passed into eastern Washington. Oh. My. God. The world resolved into two colors: dull yellow, and yellowish brown. We saw maybe 5 cows the entire time, and several dust devils following in the trail of tractors in the distance. We didn’t stop, because there was nowhere to stop!
After what seemed like an eternity, we crossed the Columbia River, and it started to look more like the Washington I know.
I love driving through mountains, and I maintained my gas conservation by putting the car into neutral and gliding down the mountains without using the brakes as much as possible. With a fully loaded car and a Yakima box on top throwing off the balance of the car, it was kind of a butt-clenching experience. Especially passing slower moving vehicles while going around curves. Add to that my attempts to take pictures with a big SLR camera, and you have a recipe for pucker!
We finally hit Seattle and came to an immediate stop, with traffic lasting well past Everett.
You can see the bug splatters increasing through that series of pictures, which is funny.
We are now on our second day of resting in Bellingham, with my cousins John and Brenda and their children. We’ve also been hanging out with Jamie, one of our friends from Outdoor Adventures, who lives out here now. I’ve taken some pictures here, but I’m webbed out right now, so I’ll post them all later, probably from Alaska!
We’re leaving tomorrow morning, hopefully our border crossing is uneventful. We’ll be in Canada for 4 days, and who knows what ‘net access is like in the wilds of British Columbia and the Yukon.