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... to slow quickly in order to avoid being forced into the ditch. And, as dictated by Murphy's Law, on one long stretch of the road I ran very low on gas and had to slow in order to save fuel and reach the next gas station. The state campground itself is quite nice but we are very close to the interstate so it's quite noisy. It's nice to be in the woods and out if the heat ...
... out. Like the folks at Lake Easton RV Resort said......oh.... Seattle is just down the hill! And quite the hill it was!
After getting camp set up we decided to find somewhere to have dinner and stop by a grocery to replenish a few things. We found a nice Mexican restaurant in the little town of Cle Elum that had baskets of "super petunias" hanging outside the restaurant. They were so beautiful and reminded me of the awesome flowers they grow up in ...
... races in the trough, complete with little origami boats. Wouldn't that be fun!?
When we got back with a gloriously delicious pizza, we looked over her book collection and shared favorite books and authors. We had many in common and many new ones to discover -- an evening well spent.
I hated to leave, but headed out on Thursday morning for Post Falls, a small town outside of Coeur d'Alene, and my mom's good buddy Susan.
... Then, I had a lightbulb moment. ‘Hmmm…you’re taking 6 weeks off next summer.’ I had already been granted time off from both of my jobs to go to Spain to complete the 550 mile pilgrimage trail, el Camino de Santiago, a trip we had been planning to take with our dear non-runner friends Kiera and Lillie for at least a couple years. Then I thought, ‘And traveling by foot across a country for 550 miles in 4 weeks seems like ...
... to the cooked oatmeal. It didn’t look like the oatmeal that Grant was used to, but I was sure the taste would be the same. I carried the steaming bowl up the cabin stairs.
“What’s this?” asked Grant, with suspicious eyes as I handed him the bowl.
“It’s Oatmeal,” I said.
“It is?” he said as he stirred and watched it closely.
I knew I would have to explain, and sure, he was ...