The Still of the Night
Trip Start Oct 13, 2006
27Trip End Oct 16, 2006
But our tiny sleeper room was squeaking everywhere, the upstairs bunk where Andrew snoozed was clicking gently against the wall. The windows shook, the door battled against its hinge, squeak squeak squeak.
Tune it out. Ah, don't bother, switch on the light and read. Think back. Remember Ephrata? We've crossed the mighty Columbia River now, but missed it in the dark. We're past the forest and the mountains, in the dry and dusty farmland now, the irrigated spot, where last July Andrew and I traveled in the heat, and stopped at Mickey D's for lunch. The dragonfly that hitched a ride with us from Soap Lake? He got out in Ephrata, wonder if he's dead by now?