My brother and I were driving to the east side of the state of Washington in hopes of dry warmer weather. The Cascades mountain range splits Washington state in the two down the middle with it’s million mountain peaks. On either side of the Cascades you have vastly different environments. Looking at a map of the state the left side with it’s cities and the majority of the population is the side with the wet weather, overcast skies and cooler temps. On the right side you have the opposite with dry sunny lands, sunburns and lot less people.
We found ourselves making it through the mountains and into the sunlight when I turned to my brother and said, “we could make it Idaho if we really wanted to”. And we did just that. We added 2 and ½ extra hours to the car ride so we could check a state off the list of places visited.
The car rolled along and crossed the border. It felt no different except for the drivers. But maybe we were just that lucky. They seem to like to cut you off in this state of Idaho. Or it may be possible that I was speeding a bit through their small towns. Oh well.
Mexican food was had and we felt it a bit dangerous but it was crowded inside. That is always a good sign. I always make sure to never eat somewhere empty if I don’t know the place, especially while traveling. Being sick on the road is not the best of situations.
We hiked a local mountain and summited as fast as we could as we didn’t have that much time in the day. Then we ran down the sucker and cut that summit time in third. It felt amazing and my knee didn’t bother me at all.
Driving back we watched the sun set in front of us. Called mom and made plans for Canada in a few weeks. Ate nasty fast food. It was a good long random day.