We are all fully recovered from our mild housing crisis, which resulted in a driving marathon yesterday. In fact, it was precisely that concern that Bill wanted to avoid on the Fourth of July weekend by having advanced reservations somewhere. But noooo. Instead we groped for hours. On the border of Idaho/Washington, we left the Sleep Inn at 10:15am (pst) with the trip odometer at 3580! A lively debate ensued about my relationship with the trucker I was following for miles on the dark interstate last night. Billy said it was symbiotic. Bill and Jack disagreed, because it wasn't mutually beneficial. Another thing to Google. Our list grows in between connections. Reservations at the Sheraton Seattle Hotel for the next two nights were made this morning. We pulled into Seattle like the Beverly Hillbillies, and checked in to our luxurious rooms in the big city. It's PF Changs for dinner. A short walk in the rain! We talked to Steph for her 35th birthday today, and she expressed intrigue with our adventure, and the curiosity that we must really be looking forward to a glass of wine. She is not the only one to have a grossly inaccurate impression of camping;) We're hardly roughin' it.
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