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Today was the last day on the road for this trip -- and the entire day was spent blasting down Interstate 90 from Missoula, MT, home to Seattle.  I have to confess, as much as I abhor riding the freeway, this trip wasn't all that bad.  In Montana its pretty much like a regular four lane US highway, very pretty, and light traffic.  I was able to do about 80mph too -- which made the day go a lot quicker.  I dropped down into Idaho and passed Lake Coeur d'Alene before crossing back into Washington and the final sprint for home.

At one time, in the distant past before I-90 became the main highway, this route was US-10.  There are some stretches of the old road still around, now WA-10, and like old roads, if you look you can still see the "signs" that this was the main way at one point.  My favorite one is this one -- in the small town of George.  Yes, that's right, George, Washington!  The best thing though is the name -- the Martha Inn.  Say it all together -- "The Martha Inn, George Washington."  Someone had a sense of humor.  You know this place has a story to tell.  It's been abandoned for the 20 years I've lived in Washington -- I remember seeing it as I drove to Spokane every other month or so on business when I first came here -- and it took me a few trips to "get" the joke.  I'd forgotten about it until I saw the exit for "George" and it jostled my memory so I exited to find if Martha was still here....and she was.  I would have loved to have seen that neon sign lit up.
Unfortunately, most of the sprint across Eastern Washington becomes mind numbingly boring.  It was warm, I had a head-wind I was battling, and lots of traffic and a very rutted road.  The wind noise was so loud with the traffic that it made listening to my I-pod impossible, so I had nothing to do but count down the mile posts as they get smaller towards Seattle and Mile 0 on I-90 at the foot of downtown.

This is Friday before the long weekend, so the traffic out of Seattle was bad -- but I've never seen it so backed up.  It was essentially a 45 mile traffic jam from Easton, all the way over Snoqualmie Pass and down the other side to just about North Bend.  I was sure glad I was going the other way.   It reminded me of a movie scene where they try to evacuate a big city due to a natural disaster or nuclear bomb or something.  I figure it will be a quiet weekend here in the City with everyone gone!

It will be good to sleep in my own bed in my house tonite -- 14 days, and 4499 miles after I left on May 8th.

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pandabuff
May. 23rd, 2009 06:26 am (UTC)
It is strange to think that you went almost as far as you and I rode last year from Key West to Seattle... Welcome home.
grgardner
May. 24th, 2009 06:42 am (UTC)
thanks...it is darn close -- when I drew it out on the map, if you "straighten" it out it does look almost as long...
ironchefpinoy
May. 23rd, 2009 06:27 am (UTC)
welcome back...nothing like sleeping in your own bed, no?

i wonder: did you find anything you set out to find at all?
grgardner
May. 24th, 2009 06:44 am (UTC)
I found a friend, which I wasn't looking for...and I found a lot of interesting stories and people -- always a surprise to find, but I didn't find the answers to life's questions if that's what you were asking...
ironchefpinoy
May. 24th, 2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
discovery is all about surprises, what you didn't expect.

:)
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