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Click on the links above to see our "Wok-umentary" of our three month journey living in a bus as our family of five converts the world's first luxury motor home to run on free, waste vegetable oil, and then drive home, cross country on

The Fat Of America

September 11th, 2006
Location: Spokane, WA
Day 61

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-         We were driving along Hwy. 174 for a bit yesterday. Right outside Omak the low prairie hills are covered in desert grasses, little stubborn tufts of pale green holding on tight to their hard-fought piece of earth. This side of the Cascade range is worlds apart from the luxurious tree covered land to the west. The land and towns look parched, water and business dried up just the same.

-         Driving along, we see billboards for someone running for Sheriff...it seems there are more signs than there could ever be people here.

-         Abruptly, around the junction to Hwy.2, desert turns into farmland. There are miles and miles of what I believe to be wheat fields, deleted by the horizon to the north and south they run along the Highway, gently sloping up and down on subdued hillside terrain.

-         Wilbur, Creston. Davenport, Reardan….small townships casually mopped up by desert heat.

-         Rusty grain silos mark the boundaries of farms, mountains in the distance

-         We drive through township after township, one has a Corner Café, it seems to be in charge of the only corner in town…

-         Spokane comes after going by an AFB, complete with housing and all. The closest street to the compound was called Rambo Street. They must have been kidding.

-         It might be true that Spokane is the second largest city in the state. While it might be true that it is the business center for the eastern part of Washington, it is nothing compared to a real city.

-         From Spokane we drive through Idaho and on into Montana. Route 90 takes us clear through the whole state, beautiful mountains, Lookout Pass, Exit 0, and we are in Montana.

-         Somewhere on the road to Missoula we stop at Two Mile River in the middle of nothing, next to a little creek. That’s where we spend the night. At a place marked for fishermen with a fish and a hook. As we walk up to the river carved into the mountain, we see a snake making its way down the steep bank. Since I don’t know anything about snakes I am cautious and keep the kids close. It could be perfectly fine, but then, I don’t know.

-         We have dinner and put the kids to bed. It takes forever to get the chickies to sleep. They could benefit from a normal routine.

-         I think we have to switch our watches forward one hour to Mountain Standard Time.

-         I spoke with my mother today. I was afraid she’d be worried not to have heard from me in such a long time. I called her on July 12, thinking we’d only be gone for about 6 weeks…she was happy to hear that we are all great. Of course we had to buy a phone card in order to be able to call Germany, b/c my phone isn’t enabled to make calls to Europe. Dominican Republic is fine but nor Germany…

-         The girls are both loosing teeth on this trip. Julia her first one altogether. She just turned 6, magic happens…

-         I am ready for home, but I don’t want to waste this wonderful opportunity for the kids…

 

We got tired.  We pulled off in the middle of nowhere.  We found this great fishing spot. The family went for a walk together and when we came back, we were greeted by a wonderful view of the fishing hole and a spot we were lucky enough to share.  This is so much better than a RV campground!
That spot...
Kids were playing until it got to dark to find them if we had lost them.
Who says I am not domestic?  Here I am being whipped...
   

Thoughts go out to the 5th anniversary of 9/11.  We still can not believe that such a terrible thing happened.
I still have not found a decent way to explain it to my kids.