The friendly fire hydrant at the RV park said good-bye as we left Couer d'Alene,
departed Idaho, and headed across Washington. Hwy 90 goes through Spokane and miles of productive and lush farmland. I'm not sure I've ever seen so many hay bales in one place.
We arrived in Issaquah (just a little East of Seattle), with plans to have dinner with cousins Bob and Laurel, but poor Bob isn't feeling well. We forced ourselves to dine without them and hope that he will have recovered enough tomorrow to partake in a bit of nourishment.