The West Coast is the Best Coast

Leaving Puget Sound just as the weather turns nice is a difficult thing to do. The eight months a year of rain are made worth it when summer hits the Sound and temperatures sit comfortably in the 80s. Unfortunately, this will be the third year in a row that I miss summer in Washington.



Driving east is an all too familiar experience. The 300 miles between Gig Harbor and Pullman have been permanently imprinted into my mind from four years of driving to and from college. To make matters worse, there are only nine instructions from my front door to Pullman, and one of those instructions is getting in the car. The rest of the drive spans across acres of wheat fields, with the occasional soy patch.





To mix up the drive, I remembered a conversation I had about Palouse Falls, a waterfall that transplanted itself into the rolling hills that offered hiking trails.




The part of the story that stuck out in my mind was about a trail that led to the top of the waterfall. Game on.






After stretching my legs for a bit, I continued on to Pullman, where I met up with some friends for coffee and ice cream, before continuing on to Missoula, Montana. The last part of the drive was in the dark, so I don't have any pictures to share.