It's very obvious I was back in my home state, aside from the Washington plates on the cars. Gas was well over $4.00 a gallon. The most I paid on this trip. Indeed, my second fill up in Washington just outside Walla Walla was at $4.59 a gallon for Premium. I had paid $3.77 in Boise this morning. There is seriously something funny going on here for gas to be that much more expensive.
Between Clarkston and Walla Walla lies the Palouse -- a vast region of rolling hills and endless wheat fields. Its a very pretty part of the state, and I've always loved riding through here. It was quite different this time, as it was green -- very very green. Usually I've ridden through here later in the summer when the wheat is golden and yellow, but now it's new and fresh and about two feet high and very very green. It's a whole different look for the Palouse and it's always captivating.
But I'm worn out, and ready to hit the hay. It's 150 miles to home, and I should be there before lunch time tomorrow. I've saved one of my favorite roads for last -- Yakima Canyon, and one of my least favorite -- I-90 over Snoqualmie Pass. It will be a bittersweet ending to this adventure. All rides have to end at some point. This one ends tomorrow. It was almost prophetic that the last song to come up on my i-Pod was Norah Jones, "The Long Day Is Over". Just about. Just about.