Roadtripette!

Time for a real road trip was short and there were a couple of other issues. Because I am on more drugs than you can shake a stick at, I can’t drive. And thanks to all the drugs that I am on, I often doze off. Which meant this; Karla had to do all the driving, and for significant stretches, Karla wasn’t able to think over the loud sound of snoring. This was a pearl of a road trip for Karla. She got to do all the work. I’d gloat about it, but frankly I don’t remember large parts of the roadtripette!

It wasn’t absolutely perfect, but I still had a great time! I hope Karla did.

Mt. Hood blessed us at our early morning send off. It would have been earlier, but one of Satan’s cousins ran out of the house and we had to wait for him to return.

We tried to have breakfast at Dinty’s in Biggs Junction to honor our cousin. But it isn’t a restaurant. I remembered that it was a restaurant 25 years ago, but maybe it wasn’t. We ate at Linda’s and we were happy.

The sign for Chateau Ste. Michelle made Karla quiver. We had to stop and bask in the glory of wine.

The Columbia River gave us quite a show for much of our trip. It truly is an amazing body of water!

The real impetus for this roadtripette was the Whitman Mission. Karla has been itching to see it since she studied it in the 3^rd grade. So we loaded up the mini-van and headed to Walla. Walla Walla that is. The town so nice they named it twice. This is a pond at the mission.

I made a friend in downtown Walla Walla. It was pretty cool!

And though I slept much, I did see a windmill on the way home!