The journey from the U.S. border to my house in Idaho was fairly uneventful. I did not take anymore picture of this part of our trip, I forgot what a camera was. It was Tuesday morning when we headed south into Washington. We had been on the road since Saturday and had only slept one time. We were on the verge of becoming road zombies from the lack of sleep.
Vernon drove until we got to central Washington where we stopped for fuel and a sandwich. I took over the wheel and headed for Oregon where I would be in very familiar territory and drive on to Idaho. We were somewhere outside of Pendleton Oregon when I realized I may have been to tired to drive. I was just driving down the freeway thinking "Well the road ahead is straight, I'm going straight,I should be able to sleep for a little while." My eyes felt like two pee holes in the snow. I was sure I was awake and alert when Vernon said, "So, you gonna run over that guy or what?" I looked ahead and there was an old pickup going slow in front of me that I had failed to see. I slowed a little and pulled around him. "Vernon ole' buddy, I think you better drive for a while."
Vernon took over in Pendleton at the Burger King where we went in to buy some coffee. I think we just wandered around in there for a while and left without buying anything. I guess we forgot why we went in.
When we reached Ontario we stopped again for coffee, and this time we bought some! Vernon was going to drive on to my place (Which was only 30 miles away) but we had to leave the freeway and take some back roads into Idaho to get to my home. It was dark now, and he may have been a little confused by my directions. "You leave the freeway, turn left at the place where we hunt ground squirrels, go north until you hit the corner where crazy Cletus used to live 20 years ago, head east for about 15 miles, turn left at the place where old man Jensen had that battle to the death with the insane hog in 1970, turn left again when you get to the farm where I used to buck hay when I was 12, cross the Payette River and go on until you come to the intersection where the school I went to from 1966-1969 used to be, hang a left and follow the road until you see a dead end sign on the right side of the road, turn right again at Thawed Dog road,go another half mile on the gravel road, and you are there." Easy right? He thought I should drive.
When we parked at my place, I looked at the odometer. We traveled 3050 miles since we left Wasilla Alaska. It was 8:00 in the evening. We had not slept a wink for 40 hours. Nancy had a hot meal ready. We scarfed up some chow and headed to bed.
Vernon got our guest room with a king sized water bed and his own private bath. I think after living with 5 girls and one bathroom Vernon had a little trouble getting used to leaving the bathroom without someone banging on the door.
The next day we would start doing a little detecting and having fun in my neck of the woods. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Vernon In Idaho. I will have some real detecting pictures and everything!
HH DC
Vernon drove until we got to central Washington where we stopped for fuel and a sandwich. I took over the wheel and headed for Oregon where I would be in very familiar territory and drive on to Idaho. We were somewhere outside of Pendleton Oregon when I realized I may have been to tired to drive. I was just driving down the freeway thinking "Well the road ahead is straight, I'm going straight,I should be able to sleep for a little while." My eyes felt like two pee holes in the snow. I was sure I was awake and alert when Vernon said, "So, you gonna run over that guy or what?" I looked ahead and there was an old pickup going slow in front of me that I had failed to see. I slowed a little and pulled around him. "Vernon ole' buddy, I think you better drive for a while."
Vernon took over in Pendleton at the Burger King where we went in to buy some coffee. I think we just wandered around in there for a while and left without buying anything. I guess we forgot why we went in.
When we reached Ontario we stopped again for coffee, and this time we bought some! Vernon was going to drive on to my place (Which was only 30 miles away) but we had to leave the freeway and take some back roads into Idaho to get to my home. It was dark now, and he may have been a little confused by my directions. "You leave the freeway, turn left at the place where we hunt ground squirrels, go north until you hit the corner where crazy Cletus used to live 20 years ago, head east for about 15 miles, turn left at the place where old man Jensen had that battle to the death with the insane hog in 1970, turn left again when you get to the farm where I used to buck hay when I was 12, cross the Payette River and go on until you come to the intersection where the school I went to from 1966-1969 used to be, hang a left and follow the road until you see a dead end sign on the right side of the road, turn right again at Thawed Dog road,go another half mile on the gravel road, and you are there." Easy right? He thought I should drive.
When we parked at my place, I looked at the odometer. We traveled 3050 miles since we left Wasilla Alaska. It was 8:00 in the evening. We had not slept a wink for 40 hours. Nancy had a hot meal ready. We scarfed up some chow and headed to bed.
Vernon got our guest room with a king sized water bed and his own private bath. I think after living with 5 girls and one bathroom Vernon had a little trouble getting used to leaving the bathroom without someone banging on the door.
The next day we would start doing a little detecting and having fun in my neck of the woods. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Vernon In Idaho. I will have some real detecting pictures and everything!
HH DC
(especially the sleepy part today):insert yawning icon here:
