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On the road again....


Sing with me, you know the words....
Coffee is hot and the Squirrel and I are heading out on a 860 mile drive today.

first stop...Hood River for coffee
Second stop....Pasco for coffee
Third stop...Couer D'Alene for lunch at a nice little Greek place.
Fourth Stop...Missoula for coffee
Fifth Stop....Bozeman for dinner..Montana Ale Works is the best place for dinner. When traveling through Montana this is a must place to eat.
arrive in Billings, MT.

This is not counting fuel stops and the "watering the tree" pit stops. I should be able to make the drive in 13 hours or less.

6500 lbs of steel and two furry woodland creatures at the helm.....

Comments

Anonymous said…
I hate when you drive more than 9 hours in a day -

and "but squirrel will be with me" doesn't exactly make me feel any better about the whole thing either -

two rodents hyped on java -

great.
Anonymous said…
roadkill happens

for a reason
Travel said…
At least you have company on your long journey, that is more then an average months driving for some of us.

TR and DG
Anonymous said…
I can't believe you made it in the time you did! I was so-o glad to hear you were settled in to the hotel at 8pm!
Anonymous said…
(OK, I think this is possibly the sweetest blog I've ever read if I've got this right...I know you two are hitched and all...is this your way of staying in contact while Woodchuck is on the road? Seriously guys...I'm gonna cry...)
Anonymous said…
(TKW - yeah, and it's really bad when we are sitting across the room from each other too . . . seriously with kid's schedules and time zones it has kinda worked out that way when he is on the road)
Anonymous said…
Take heart, Kel. DG and I have desks 4 feet from one another in the loft and we email one another back and forth. Saves the strain of having to turn our heads 45 degrees -- we're not getting any younger, ya know. And we don't have to worry about not hearing the TV over one another's voices. Technology makes likfe so tidy...

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