Yesterday I drove two friends (the three of us comprise my Christian Science study group) to a meeting in Richland, WA (Tri-Cities). Our route takes us over the old country roads that wind through rural Washington. That’s just the way it is. We don’t hit the freeway until 13 miles out of Richland. This is not a heavily-trafficked route, but his year we thought we noticed considerably less traffic. Never were we part of a string of cars. There were not cars ahead or cars behind. I passed just one vehicle and one vehicle passed me. No RVs. Was it just our placement in the scheme of things? Or are gas prices keeping folks at home?
While I was gone, Mike rode his motorcycle to Pullman and spent a happy morning there hunting geocaches within the city limits.
Did you travel this weekend? What did you think of the traffic? KW
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I went to Coeur d'Alene, Colville, and then back to Seattle. The traffic on I-90 was moderately heavy. We ended up in a group of cars behind a police car. Although nobody had nerve enough to actually pass the police car, we still spent an hour leapfrogging around. It was stupid.
ReplyDeleteWe also stopped at the Ginko Petrified forest for a run on the trails. It turned out that the trails weren't much for running, but it was still good to stretch our legs.
Your comment about the police car reminded me of a supposedly true story I once read in Reader’s Digest. The writer of anecdote was traveling home on the freeway in rush hour traffic. The cars were traveling single file and going slower and slower – under the speed limit – behind a police car. She finally decided it was ridiculous to be going so slowly and passed the police car. Sure enough – lights and siren came on. As the policeman approached her car he was carrying two half-gallons of ice cream. He explained that he had just purchased the ice cream when he was called back to work and he decided to get rid of it by giving it to the first person who had courage enough to pass him.
ReplyDeleteWe were in a similar situation on the interstate on one of our trips to Arkansas. We couldn’t figure out why all traffic was single file in the right lane traveling exactly the speed limit. “There has to be a reason,” I said. “Enough of this!” said Mike, and pulled out to go around. That’s when we saw the state patrol car about six cars ahead. Mike pulled right back into line. It was funny to watch cars come along in the left lane, see the patrol car, and get into line as soon as possible. KW