Finally made it across the desolate, soul-sucking stretch of I-90 that is eastern Washington, where the most exciting sight is 14 miles of fenceline with crop names and the only thing to do is turn up the the stereo and watch the miles tick over on the odometer. Now I just need to grab some dinner and fill the gas tank in Ellensburg, then go over Snoqualmie pass and I’ll practically be home!
hey! you forgot to get a shot with the crop name in the fence…not acceptable!