Wolf Lodge West, Spokane WA.
Today was a long driving day; I’ll probably run into Idaho tonight, already. Assuming I can find someplace to camp, or at least pull off the freeway. It’s been raining all day long, some times a lot stronger than others. But before heading out I felt like having a decent steak.
I considered sitting in the “Lounge” but it was way too smoky — again I recall how spoiled we are in California.
This place looked good from the highway; it’s a dark, ski lodge style decor with a fireplace and lots of steaks; I think I’ll pass on the “Rancher: A 24 oz Porterhouse & 20 oz of Sirloin! The 44 oz combination!” even though it’s enough meat to last me for a week, at least. It’s a lot harder to pick a good place I’ve never heard of than it is to stop at Outback, but I’m usually more pleased with myself for choosing the non-generic.
Mmph, steak and beans. Good thing I’m sleeping in the camper by myself.
Even have a bit of steak left over to have with my eggs tomorrow — if I’d remembered to buy any eggs and they’d survived the refrigerator roulette.
The signs in Seattle were strongly Kerry, but as I headed into the backcountry they’re more and more Bush. I haven’t yet ridden up to Canada, but I suggested to someone that I might, just in case Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld-Bin Laden family-Big Oil-etc manage to steal another election and I need to move there.
Frankly, every time I go to vote I’m a little confused; I don’t really know any of the local candidates, I vote knee-jerk NO on most proposals, and even the major candidates I tend to see benefits — and more likely liabilities — of both. So please, if you’re reading this, just vote.