Getting through Washington

Slow water of the Columbia River, separates Oregon and Washington.  It must have been a treat for Lewis and Clark when they canoed down it in 1812, after all they’d been through. 

Though salmon were plentiful, they didn’t eat them, preferring deer meat, though it came at much greater effort.  I drove along both sides of the river under low clouds, snow and rain, and had salmon for dinner at The Dalles.  

But yesterday’s drive through Washington was by far the hardest—rain, snow, wind, and Seattle—a hundred miles of traffic like Los Angeles in the snow.  After getting through it, I found this fine little café and knew that country life is better than city.

I write this in Bellingham, Washington, just south of the border where real winter begins, I’m told.  Like an immigrant from Honduras who has traveled 1400 miles to get this far, I wait in hope of crossing without too much hassle. 

Michael Angerman is keeping a map showing all the places where I spend the night on this long drive.  Please view his map at:  Michael's Map  You can pan zoom to see more detail or more area as you choose.