Started the day one state and about 5 hours from home, ready in some ways for this trip to be over, and in other ways, not so much. The whole “new place every night or two” deal was tiring; not just the breaking down and setting up camp but also the decisions on where to stay and uncertainty of the location and, of course, the driving to get there. My future plans will be much less about one-night RV-park stands and a lot more about staying in a place at least a week at a time, if not two or three weeks.
I’m so not ready to be home because, in my heart, home is Breeze now and the apartment where I am typing this feels odd and way too big. Although I do love the washer and dryer access and the unlimited hot water feature is a nice deal.
But I’m getting ahead of myself…
Eastern Oregon is gorgeous in a big wide sky and rolling hills kind of way. The day started with brilliant blue skies but before too long, the puffy white clouds started coalescing into thicker, darker things up high and down low.
When I saw the plethora of power lines, I knew I was close to the Columbia River. Four weeks ago, I saw the same river, way upstream at the Grand Coulee Dam. Seems half a lifetime ago.
Halfway across the bridge, I spotted the “Welcome to Washington” sign and there was much seat dancing at the thought I was finally in my home state. And to welcome me home, the rain kicked in as I worked my way up and down a series of steep grades, culminating in Snoqualmie Pass, where I ran into some of the worst weather of the trip (and that’s saying something, given my superpower of bringing on the bad stuff!).
And then suddenly, there was the exit, there was the driveway, and the trip was over. Now Breeze is in one place and I’m in another until I clear out the apartment and hitch her back up next weekend. From then on, she’s my only home.
This is the farthest I’ve been from Breeze since I got her on May 2. It feels weird.
- Miles Driven: 259 (3,525 overall)
- MPG: 14.8 (15.7 overall)
- Side trips: 0
- States: Oregon, Washington