Happy cows come from California. Well, maybe, but still, it gets old passing by those happy Californian cows. Driving north from Sacramento does offer some better views than the trip to San Diego, but there are still plenty of plains of yellowed grass and plenty of grazing cows. Let’s just say that Greg and I were very happy to pass the “Welcome to Oregon” sign on the road.
Oregon offered loads of beautiful empty land, and Portland started to feel like a really long way off. We were planning on meeting up with Richard, Megan, and their new baby as soon as we reached our motel, but the time kept ticking onward without our arrival. We got excited when we drove through Portland and caught glimpses of the bridges and gondola over the city. Finally, at about 8:30 PM, we pulled in to the cheap Motel 6 located in close proximity to Rich and Megan’s apartment. We got to meet little Benjamin, who is just over a month old. We all went out to eat at a nice restaurant, and we caught up a little in the time we had together.
After another short night of sleep (also much interrupted due to the constant trains going by the motel), we headed off at 7:30 AM to make our journey to West Yellowstone in Montana. We left the Portland area to head east into Idaho and viewed Oregon’s beautiful cliffs, trees, and waterfalls. It was a good way to start the drive. Once we crossed into Idaho, the road quickly grew boring. We were already extremely anxious to be finished with the day’s driving, and our GPS informed us we wouldn’t make it until 8:30 PM. A little later, we realized we were now in a different time zone, so it would be an hour later than we expected when we arrived.
In Idaho, we drove (with a speed limit of 75) through massive lightening storms.
I have never seen so many bolts. They were occurring rapidly all around our car. For miles and miles, they surrounded us. The rain was intense too. When we reached the Montana border, we could barely see. It was dark, and there weren’t any street lights. We pulled up the Hibernation Station at about 10 PM.
After the Motel 6, I was expecting something similar, as we had booked the cheapest place we could find in West Yellowstone, which was a bit tricky, as it is the high season and most places don’t allow dogs. We pulled up to the location to find a bunch of individual cabins. Greg thought there was a separate motel in the back, but when he went to check in, he came out with a key to one of the cabins. So, tonight, we are resting in our own little cabin and wishing dreadfully we were staying here a week on vacation :)
P.S. Lily is such a good girl in the car!
No comments:
Post a Comment