Things we’ve learned: Volume 2
Northern California is one giant national park. With fucking curvy roads.
Apologizing to Portland while driving through their smog advisory is perfectly acceptable.
It is a SMOG advisory, not a SHOG advisory. (whoops!)
At 11:50pm, when you’re exhausted, Bridge of the Gods sounds perfectly normal. It will later occur to you why it got that name.
$90 is a reasonable fee to pay to shut your tired eyes for a few hours, even if it’s a shitty motel that smells like curry.
Washington looks like Nebraska.
Spokane and Coeur d’Alene look like fun places to visit again.
Montana - holy fucking shit that state goes on forever.
Finding a bathroom to pee is next to impossible at 5:00am in Bismarck.
Emily can sleep anywhere.
Carol apparently cries when over tired.
The two of us can do damn near anything together, with a lot of determination and willpower, and a whole lot of laughter.
This trip was amazing.
(But we’ll be happy when we’re home.)
(See also: we did not breakup.)
