Call of the open road

I left Rocklin on the 6th rolling up Highway 99 to Mt. Shasta. The morning of the 7th I worked my way across the coast range to the beaches of Oregon. The next two days I marveled at the awesome dunes, beaches and forests in that state. Crossing the big bridge to Washington I headed for Hoquiam, an old logging town, and spent a wonderful evening with John and Mary Jo McEwan filling out my genealogy files. Next was Seattle where I spent a busy, fun, frenetic few days with Sheila viewing the city in a new light. I had lunch with Jim Weston in a great pub where we caught up on family news and history.

Leaving Seattle I climbed the Cascades to pass from the lush and forested western side to the arid and treeless east side. I stopped in Levenworth, a German Solvang, where I had a killer Polish sausage and a glass of delicious German beer.

I wandered across the rolling valleys of east Washington past Coulee City to Spokane where I am at the moment.

Tomorrow I'll head east or south or whichever way my fancy dictates. I might like to take a jet boat down the Snake River in Hell's Canyon.

That's it for tonight. My love to all the kids, grand kids, great grand kids, in-laws, out-laws and spouses.

Grandpa Mike