From Coast to Coast

Last time we talked I believe I was in Montana. Well we drove through beautiful mountianious Montana. It is exactly like NYC really, only the building are mountains and the people are cows. There were points where we could drive for an hour without any indication of human life. Idaho was pretty dull. Not much that we saw that was particularly noteworthy, and the potatoes taste the same. We trucked through and unknowingly entered Washington State. Washington was interesting. It was the most nothingness we had seen. Not much farming, not too many mountain except in the back drop, but TONS of wheat fields. Typically, Max and I got quite lost trying to navigate wheat fields and dirt roads (when everything looks exactly the same it is easy to get turned around). We ate breakfast in Spokane and drove right through Seattle. When it was dinnertime we spotted a food sign on the highway, "tendrils" that sounds yummy we thought and followed signs. As you might expect if you know either Max or I at all is that eating is an important activity of our day. Figuring out where to eat (avoiding chains we already know) and getting there never fails to provide us with an adventure. As we followed the signs to Tendrils I was pessimistic. We saw NOTHING but wheat fields for miles around us, and I thought it unlikely that there was a person or car let alone a restaurant anywhere near this vicinity. Luckily Max had faith, and when we finally arrived at Tendrils it was the surprise I needed. Tendrils turned out to be a picturesque winery on a hill side, made for couples on a honeymoon. We treated ourselves. After not showering for at least a week, we put on the only clean clothes and we had and enjoyed a great dinner and some fine wine. We didn't really fit in with the crowd there, and Gus was certainly the only multi-toned vehicle in the parking lot but whatever. I'd bet money that we were the only ones who had ever eaten at Tendrils and then gone to sleep at a truck stop, but hey we don't care. We left Tendrils and arrived at Trucker Travel Centers of America, excited by the prospect of a shower the next morning. When I woke up surrounded by 150 huge trucks I began to do a little research on the shower situation. There were 8 shower heads, and one long line of truckers (I can only guess that this means group showers). Somehow even in my unshowered state, this didn't seem wise . I got back on Gus and began to drive. We drove through Seattle and stopped in the town of Bellingham right before the canadian boarder. What a great town! We did some window shopping, I bought something to conceal my greasy hair with, we ate, and made our way to Vancouver in British Columbia. We had absolutely no trouble at the boarder which was surprising. On the drive from Bellingham Max and I had plenty of time to chat. A consensus was reached that after not showering for over a week, we were beginning to smell unbearable. Max was sick of what he was referring to as his 96 o'clock shadow, and I was sick of smelling myself. We gave in and checked into a Howard Johnson in Vancouver: a shower, internet, and a safe home for Gus. We are living in the lap of luxury. After a total of 3 hours showering, I realized what I thought was a great tan turned out to be dirt. Thats all for now we are about to enjoy a night on the town and after we have BEDS! to sleep in.