12th May

Tara wasn't finished yet. She had an encore of benevolence when she made us breakfast.
Ian tentatively put forward that I was snoring gently through the night like a beautiful cat. I'm one of those people who finds the notion of them snoring beyond comprehension so i secretly scoffed at his suggestion (knowing that i could never ever be as inhumanly loud as my travelling chums).
We bade her and her parents house farewell and turned our backs on Seattle with a single tear in our collective metaphorical eye and headed down the Interstate-5 well rested and well fed.
This was a drive and a half. We had no actual target or anywhere to stay, just a granite-faced determination to get as far down the west coast as possible and a whole load of Adam and Joe podcasts to keep the cabin fever at bay.
We'd been told to go to Portland as it is supposed to be amazing but it's a little too close to Seattle and unfortunately we would not be able to 'party'(a word that should never be used as a verb) there as we wanted to get to San Francisco; the next phase of the odyssey.
It did indeed look like a really good place. Stonking bridges traversing what seemed like the main area and the most interesting thing we saw driving through quite frankly boring looking Oregon.




We managed to go til about ten in the evening and surrendered at the feet of a pretty swanky Holiday Inn in the town of Yreka (Archimedes fans rejoice)! Yreka the town was as desolate and bleak as Yreka the museum in Halifax that m,y parents mistakenly took me to on a bank holiday only to discover it was shut. I managed to get my blag on and a bit of a discount from the lady on the desk - this slightly countered the disappointment of missing out on the spectacular Astoria to Megler bridge that would have entailed a 100 mile around diversion.