It was a mostly tearless goodbye, but we had all been having
such a good time that a group hug was in order. Fortunately, none of the other passengers
joined in so we were quickly on our way to the van with a name, who sleeps just
a short ride from the International Airport.
I knew the van would start and it did, so I quickly unloaded
the groceries into spaces that they needed to be in. Space is always at a
premium in the van, and the other day I had a brilliant idea to let Poe take
the big suitcase home , because every trip you have to move the cases from the back to the
front to sleep, and from the front to the back to drive. This having a big
brain is finally starting to work out for me, because I have so much more room
without the suitcase.
Spokane has some very scarred underpasses that are marked 11’0.
The van is 12 so I can see why they have been hit, multiple times.
Carefully the other day I had selected my route out of town
going under bridges marked at 13.1’ This was a good idea as I got to the other
side of the railroad, and river without a scratch. The GPS was not happy with
this route, as it wanted to go all the way to Division and then go north. But I
was happy crossing the Monroe bridge and knew that I could intersect Division
when I wanted to and avoid the lower underpasses at that end of town.
Once I found a suitable east bound main road, I turned on
it, and the GPS became happy again. I was happy anyway but glad the GPS found
itself. I knew I would intersect Division and route 2 at some point but I missed
it. No worries. The GPS was happy and I knew where I was and where I was going.
Where I was, was on East Trent one of Spokane’s interesting industrial area’s . The rail yards
are here, along with neighborhoods, and just about any kind of business you
could think of.
It wasn’t long before the GPS greeted me into Idaho, and
into the town of Rathdrum, where I met up with north bound highway 95.
Now I’m no fan of illiteracy religion, private schools, white supremacy, racism, sexism, guns, fascist
republicans, and trump, so Ice Gal keeps a low profile and a open mind in regressive
red states like Idaho.
And on this this trip
I have seen some unusual things.
Now I don’t know why you couldn’t get out of your pickup, and go into the store to buy several thousand rounds of hollow points for your automatic rifle. Or get those pearl handled revolvers you always wanted, but I do know we used to have drive through liquor store at home, and they were closed because a lot of the drivers didn't get very far down the road before crashing, and I know guns ain’t the same as liquor, but gee if you are running a drive through gun shop / liquor store wouldn't you think that booze, guns, and cars are a toxic combination when mixed all up together. Oh well the sign shop police and morticians all need to make a living too.
The most interesting artifact I saw was a billboard size
banner that was red and with white letters stated.
That’s why I didn’t go far and pulled into The Hemlocks .
The grandson of the owner was helping resident seniors connect
to their Medicare accounts, and schedule
doctor appointments. I guess in a state that HATES socialism if you could benefit
from it it’s okay!
The park is very near the road. Trucks made some noise but its quiet later on. I plugged in first thing and my
batteries charged for 5 hours. I guess that the display I have that reads 100%
is off.
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