Yesterday did not go as I had hoped it might. I arrived at the campground where I hoped to pitch my tent, and was greeted by a sign that said the campground was full. Drat! I could have gone to alternative sites, but there were people everywhere, and I didn't think I would be able to achieve the serenity I had hoped for. I did find a secluded spot on the beach, and enjoyed lunch there. I also walked into the water just to bring a sense of completion to this phase of my trek. Then, I turned the car around and headed back toward Michigan. Rather that return the way I had come, I took a route through the Columbia River Gorge: a spectacular ride. One place I was sure to stop was at Multnomah Falls--I have a nice picture of Gwen with the waterfall in the background, and being there today brought back sweet memories. I drove to a place in Washington, just across the Columbia, where I planned to get a motel room. Wouldn't you know? This is the week for the Fair, and every room in town was booked. There isn't much between where I was and Spokane, so I drove there and was able to get a good night's rest.
Today, I plan to go where the road takes me, as long as it's in a generally easterly direction.
This morning, as I was having breakfast at the motel, Dear, a guy about my age was gathering up a tray to take back to his wife in their room; the way I used to do for you. It was hard going back to that empty room. . .
