Two Thousand Miles in Three Days

My journey started in Seattle last Thursday at 15:30. I had just eaten half a hoagie and was looking at an afternoon of sitting around in the van. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to leave. I said to myself, “Let’s go.” And so I did.

I made it over the mountains. I left the freeway behind and found the perfect park a little ways past Othello.

My favorite organized campgrounds are small, often located on man made lakes in the middle of nowhere. They are usually federally funded. They aren’t destination campgrounds. These are just nice parks, with camping and a few choice amenities (water, shower house, bathroom, sometimes with electricity, and dump station). These are small beautiful gems that I stay the night at, after a long day of driving.

And this place was perfect. I made it in time for sunset, and I spent an hour sitting on the lake watching the red winged blackbirds build nests, and woo their mates.

The next day, I drove through the Palouse region covered in green grass. Gorgeous.

I had only gotten five hours of sleep the night before. So by the time I crossed Idaho, and got a third of the way across Montana, I was exhausted. I found a roadside park up on the hillside, and this was home for the night.

Typical dinner on long drive days: Fried haloumi cheese on a veggie wrap.

The longest drive day was 700 miles. I just kept going. I didn’t feel like stopping. One advantage of driving in the spring, is that it’s light out from 0530 to 2030. You can drive a long way.

The cleanest bathrooms you can find are in Round Up, Montana.

Started slaying a few bugs in North Dakota.

Feet up in time for sunset.

I finished my drive tonight (Sunday) at 2030. That means I drove two, thousand miles in three days and some change.

It was a great drive. I haven’t done a trip like that since my twenties.