The last time I was in Spokane, I was 20. I have a bit of family there and my aunt was kind enough to drop me off at the same place I came in, the edge of the freeway. I’d gotten into my head, as young men will, that the only way to see America was to hitchhike around it. Evidently she sat parked on the edge of the Interstate crying for some time.
My trip today was short. A bit of work, lunch with part of the family I’d not seen since sticking out my thumb, a tour of some homes that my cousin is doing floor design for, and back in Seattle for a quick dinner.
Here’s something I liked very much about Spokane. While we were eating lunch, I got to hear a few pesky bear stories and one about a cougar that’s been stalking elementary school children. I really miss living in the West.
6 hours in Spokane
Wow, this makes me realize that Boston is positively tropical!