Two weeks ago, Day 10

Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

It takes five hours to make the — relatively — straight shot from Spokane on home. If you don’t stop anywhere. I’ve driven this stretch so many times I’m pretty sure Kestrel and I could do it in our sleep.

It’s not like we’d be missing a whole lot, either, at least for the first three hours. It doesn’t take more than about a dozen miles headed west from Spokane before you’re out of the pine forest and into the high desert, alternating between irritated croplands and plains of sagebrush.

On the bright side, you do start getting glimpses of The Mountain (aka Mt. Rainier, aka how I know I’m really almost home) from as far away as Ritzville, about sixty miles southwest of Spokane, given decent weather conditions, which include clear weather on both sides of the Cascades.

I had decent conditions two weeks ago today, and here’s the photographic proof.

Mt. Rainier from just west of Ritzville, Washington, a distance of roughly 160 miles as the crow flies.
Mt. Rainier from just west of Ritzville, Washington, a distance of roughly 160 miles as the crow flies.

After I passed Ellensburg, and I-90 turned northwest again towards Snoqualmie Pass, I got this nice shot of what I think might be Mt. Baker as well, although I wouldn’t swear to it. The shape’s right, anyway.

What I think is Mt. Baker, from I-90 west of Ellensburg, Washington.
What I think is Mt. Baker, from I-90 west of Ellensburg, Washington.

And that was the last photo I took on this trip. I climbed up over Snoqualmie Pass and got stuck in construction traffic (they’re redoing the interstate over the pass, which involves taking things down to one lane all the time and closing the highway altogether at night so they can blast rocks), but I still made it home by about 2:30.

My condo hadn’t burned down and the cats were still alive (and shot out the back door like furry little cannons when I opened it), and, while this trip was too short, it was good for my soul.

I was gone for ten days and drove roughly 2500 miles.  My father would have approved 🙂

And I want to go right back out again!