Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Cross Country Chronicles: Part I

Day 1: Charleston, OR to Trout Lake, WA
I got up early and headed north. But first I had to do the hardest thing, say goodbye to my doggie friend in Oregon. I said goodbye to Lily at my house and Raven at Heather's house and for the first time felt a little choked up. I had to put in the mix CD from Heather and Tyler and get a chai latte with soy milk to make it out of town without losing it.

It poured rain on me almost the entire trip so I am glad I had already seen the I-5 scenery many, many times before. But 84 through the Columbia Gorge was gorgeous despite the rain...yellow cottonwoods, green pine trees, brown rocks, dark water...

Once we were all gathered at the MAC, we were buzzing with well wishes and hugs. After filling out a large stack of paperwork we headed to Hood River for a wine tasting at the Naked Winery and dinner on the River at the Hood River Inn. Back in Trout Lake we had champagne by the fire with dogs at the Trout Lake Inn. A few us headed back to the Commons for a slumber party with When Harry Met Sally.

Day 2: Trout Lake, WA to Brigham City, UT
I woke up the next morning to an inch of snow on my car but with a little help from my friends [hehe] I got out of the MAC and on the road. I took the northern/Washington route to The Dalles and took these great shots of the early morning Gorge.
My drive continued west along the Gorge and past a big wind farm under construction. Along this route I also saw three individual wind turbine blades on trucks. They are each about 150 feet long - quite a sight to see. I made it up and over the Blue Mountains and into Idaho where I picked up my mom in Boise.
Southern Idaho was quite the adventure of the senses. For miles and miles we wondered what smelled so bad when we came upon a quite disgusting cow feedlot. It was a shame that it got so dark so early, I'm sure there was a lot more going for southern Idaho and northern Utah besides the lovely smells.

Chronicles to be continued...

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