There and back again

The Saturday before last, my mom and Casey took me and Anna to the first Seahawks game of the pre-season. It was interesting and kind of fun, but we took off after halftime because all the good players were taken out of the game (which didn't count anyway) and the Cowboys were killing us.


On the following Wednesday, Anna and I packed all of her belongings, at least the ones she cared about, into her Rav and headed to New York. Here we are at Price Creek (still in Washington) for a stretch.


Those who have been to the Gorge in George might recognize this sculpture. Anything with horses about to fall to their doom gets Anna's approval, so we thought this would be a good spot for a bathroom break. Except, of course, for the lack of bathrooms. Luckily, I was the only one the coffee was doing its magic to. Time to find a bush and watch for rattlesnakes.


...and here's Montana. A good chunk of Montana looks like this; the rest contains a lot of rocks.


Here are a bunch of those rocks, the "Painted Canyon." I learned a little about this place in a geology class, so I had to stop and take in the sights. Honestly, Montana is a geology major's dream. Also, something like this can never be properly captured by a camera. We stopped in Billings for the night at the Dude Rancher Lodge. It was a pretty funky place, which was just what I needed after spending so much time on the road. Fuck Holiday inn.

In the Midwest, it got pretty hot and muggy. Luckily for us, these windmills were around to keep us cool.
"WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY!!!"
Seriously though, the rest of the country didn't have much to offer, except the relief that you do not have to live there. I feel very lucky that I've been able to take this trip twice now, and think it's good to see one's country if you have the chance. I'd like to drive the southern route sometime in the future, but that can wait. For now, I'm just hanging out in Ithaca helping Anna get her stuff in order at her new place. More to come later, hopefully.