Hot hot heat
After a good sleep and solid breakfast (thanks again grandma), we left oroville in search of omak. On the road at 8:30 we headed south on 97, battling dogs off their leash and narrow bridges.
We left 97 for the more relaxing hwy 7 and enjoyed the cherry and apple farms of rural Washington. After a quick refuel in tonasket we got back on 97 and headed off into the desert. At 10:30 it was 87 degrees (I've converted), without any shade to be found. Delirium set in rapidly, Ginette singing Purple Rain, Ashleigh hummed along, Jonas discussed cycling to Texas next year, and dad spat out verses of Macklemore' downtown.
Running low on water, the delerium transitioned into a will to survive. The heat attacked from above and below, radiating off the tarmac. We passed a deer carcass, then two dead snakes. Who would be next? Then off in the distance, a shade tree. In a graveyard. As we pulled in it occurred to us, often in life's desert, respite can be found in the graveyard. Not exactly chicken soup for the soul material, but enough to make us smile.
Mildly refreshed, we battled the last 5 miles in 100+ degree weather. Finally, omak, a shady campsite and some rest.
We left 97 for the more relaxing hwy 7 and enjoyed the cherry and apple farms of rural Washington. After a quick refuel in tonasket we got back on 97 and headed off into the desert. At 10:30 it was 87 degrees (I've converted), without any shade to be found. Delirium set in rapidly, Ginette singing Purple Rain, Ashleigh hummed along, Jonas discussed cycling to Texas next year, and dad spat out verses of Macklemore' downtown.
Running low on water, the delerium transitioned into a will to survive. The heat attacked from above and below, radiating off the tarmac. We passed a deer carcass, then two dead snakes. Who would be next? Then off in the distance, a shade tree. In a graveyard. As we pulled in it occurred to us, often in life's desert, respite can be found in the graveyard. Not exactly chicken soup for the soul material, but enough to make us smile.
Mildly refreshed, we battled the last 5 miles in 100+ degree weather. Finally, omak, a shady campsite and some rest.
Comments
Brent, you're killin' it with the music references in Title and Body both.
Second...Brent, mark my words: your family will resent you after this trek of heat-infused bedlam.
And finally, looks like i picked the wrong week to quit drinking coffee.
GO TEAM-K!!