February 17, 2013
Loaded up and ready to roll, we hit the dusty trail at almost exactly noon. Driving a rig this big takes a little getting used to so no land speed records have been attempted so far. It took us most of the day to get to Vancouver, Washington. Good time for a quick bite to eat and a cold one to wash it down.
I had stayed in Vancouver a year or so ago and found a nice little bar to have dinner and libations. Peter had remembered that I told him about it so he wanted to go there as long as we would be in the area. Fine with me! We navigated the big rig off of the freeway and managed to find the desired destination. Trouble is, it was closed. Sunday and all... Next door was another bar, teaming with a single patron. Good enough. We satisfied our thirst and began to study the menu. Very limited. Just a couple of burgers, some sandwiches and the verbal promiss of soup. The bartender then began telling us how good her nachos were. So good, in fact, that it seemed to us that it was the only thing that she wanted to prepair. We ordered nachos... Good enough; it cured our hunger.
We had parked on the side of one of downtown Vancouver streets. No parking fees on Sunday night and Monday is a holiday, so if it had been level we probably would have used the six parking spaces we were occupying, until the next morning. We had considered Walmarts for the night but finally made our way to a rest stop just south of Tigard, Oregon where I am typing this.
We'll hit the sack early and get a start towards California at first light.
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