So pretend it is still Wednesday.
Got off a little later than planned, around 8:30. Not too bad, and later because Carl let me sleep – OK by me.
Word for the first 1/2, the Washington 1/2 of the trip was FOG.
Carl drove the fog 1/2, and the scenery was, well, limited.
Although eastern Washington is somewhat repetitive, the scablands always make me think of the Great Lake Missoula Floods, and we are heading to Missoula, so it all ties together. I am thinking of looking at the googlemaps version of the area to see if you can see the ripples. It is supposed to be like the bottom of a lake.
Second half was cold, but a bit of sun here and there, mostly there, like, “there’s the sunshine, high on that mountain,” but generally not down on the road. But there were only a few icy spots, and the traffic was steady, but not really heavy. And this really is the better scenery half, all windy road and trees, fields and one deer.
Got in to Missoula around 4:30. Checked in and took Rey out to dinner at an Italian restaurant. Hung out with him and cooked a pumpkin pie. Some friends showed up. One is a chef and helped me (took over) thawing the turkey. Despite my detailed directions to take the inner bits out of the turkey, they were still there. Hared did the water bath thing, helped me make sure the pie was done, and nicely wrapped the turkey for the fridge until the morning.
[Note from the future – today. Wish I had not been so travel weary and had tapped all the chef knowledge in the kitchen. I noted that I had forgotten to bring any recipes or cooking directions, and there were all the answers standing right there. But I did not come to that realization until this morning.]
Back to the past. Eventually Carl & I made an exit back to the Creekside Inn. Creekside is a comfortable, sort of ratty little motel. But it is cheaper and well situated for our needs. While checking in we found out it has been acquired by Motel 6. Now we spent many years in Motel 6’s and I am not sure whether this is a move up or down, except I really liked the local quality, maybe that will stay the same. We got into our room and heard “beep”. “What was that,” Carl inquired? I thought my squeeky shoes had made the noise, but it was carpeted. A minute later we determined that the smoke alarm was beeping like a low battery. Called the front desk and the nice young man in training said he would be right up. And he was, but only to determine the type battery needed, 9 Volt. So off he goes. Beep, beep, beep, ….. Half hour goes by and no return visit. We think – they had to go buy a battery. Finally call again. The nice young man in training had needed to check in some other guests after checking our battery, and had just forgotten what else he was doing – I think this is the training part. The trainer shows up with the battery and in 30 seconds we are good to go – to bed finally.
Raincharm's Weblog 
November 27, 2008 at 9:37 pm |
So was the NYMIT training to be a young man, or nice, or both? Youth wants to know.