As predicted once she is behind the wheel I can’t pry her out of the seat without a crowbar. Not having one handy, I had to let her drive.
We parallelled the Union Pacific mainline for a good part of the drive, but there wasn’t a lot of traffic; across the river there was plenty of action on the BNSF. We’ll be on that side of the Columbia on the way home. But we did cross paths with a manifest:
We stopped in at the Cousin’s restaurant in The Dalles; nice BLT for me and Carla had a chicken wrap.Carla beat me out the door and back to the driver’s seat. I’ve got to be quicker tomorrow.
Some pictures from the road. I hear tell it gets windy in the gorge; must be true ’cause we saw quite a few windmills like this one: