Our holiday trip from Victoria BC to Tennessee was a sprint, with most of our sight-seeing through the car window.
It started on the Coho Ferry to Port Angeles, Washington.
From there we’d face the uncertainty of a December drive through the mountainous west. But the Olympics were calm, dusted white
And Idaho brought only the loneliness of the long distance tree. Like the stubble of a bad shave day.
Miles from nowhere...and no one. The highway signs seemingly urging a visit to a couple of Idaho’s isolated citizens.
Bored? You can always jump off a cliff…giving a new meaning to Twin Falls.
A leap of faith.
The Wyoming interstate brought signs of the old west: the railroad…
…and of course, fireworks.
Wyoming also brought 50 mph gusts of swirling snow, and snow plows that looked like moon rovers.
This truck had a wind fall.
We outdrove a trailing snow storm and made it to the calm of the Kansas plains. Stopping overnight in Abilene.
The first of the “end of the trail” cattletowns, where cowboys would “imbibe to much poison whiskey and straightaway go on the warpath.”
Today’s Abilene offers a bit of the wild west…
And more from its journey into the 20th century.
Abiline is also about Ike….Ike the tyke, General, and 34th President.
Our final road stop was back in time.