I'm not always terribly verbose, but when I am, it takes me a long time to write.
I will try to be succinct on this one, especially since I've waited until the day of to write mine ;)
Traveling by bus across the country (72 hours of butt-numbing excitement) can give you interesting insights into a pretty deep cross-section of American culture and society. And I use "deep" purposefully.
|I started my trip in Washington state, but soon found that what I considered the "pacific North-West" is really only west of the Cascades. East of them, Washington looks a whole lot more like Kansas.|
|I found it funny that one of my lay-overs was at a Pilot, our bus trip stop-over of choice, so I sent Missy this picture.|
|Missy likes clouds, so I was sending her pictures like this a lot. I also wanted to feel connected to her and the kids during my 9 days away from home.|
|Salt Lake city. Looked forward to going back since it was so pretty.|
|Once over the mountains from Salt Lake City, it was a return to the high plains.|
|Some of the mountains back east. This was sunrise after my third night on the bus. It was a welcome sight because it meant I was close to getting off the bus. My butt hurt.|
|When it was time to head home, I was happy to be taking the 'short' way and flying back to Seattle. A co-worker was kind enough to drop me at a DC Metro station by which I was able to catch a bus to Dulles. It was a nice bus. I took a picture.|