After being stymied on my train hunt in the Columbia Gorge, we headed up to Leavenworth, Washington. Carla had been here twice before: once with her Bunco group and once with her sisters. She loves the little tourist town; for myself, I was hoping for plenty of train action on what I supposed to be the BNSF mainline from Seattle to Chicago. We’ll see.
I thought our road trip days were behind us. Our last long trip was driving coast to coast from Portland to New York and back in 2016 (you can review those posts here). When we got back we were exhausted from the fun we had, but also from driving 7,157.5 miles – that is a lot of car time. We both swore “no more”, but as always I got the itch to hit the road. Emerging from the pandemic shut-down Carla surprised me, telling me she also wanted to get out again and see the country. There is just no substitute I have found that allows one to see a lot of the country in a short period of time.
When I start talking about tofu – which I have done a lot this past year – my friends give me a sideways glance and as they start to walk away:
“Tofu!? I HATE tofu!”
“What is wrong with tofu?” I ask.
“The flavor and the texture!”
Oh, is that all! Flavor and texture I can fix that.
We headed up to Vancouver, Washington to take in the views from the Grant Street Pier. It was clear at home, but so foggy along the river.
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The mystery (to me) of the black bird we saw walking out of the ocean and up the beach at Cannon Beach. Can you tell me what is up? (I’m looking at you, especially, Frances Oliver).