After waking at 2:30 to the sounds of a drunken wedding party in a one-star, two-bit motel in Deer Lodge, driving most of the distance back to Olympia via Highway 12, searching for an AM signal carrying the Mariners, winning Roadkill Bingo (by spotting a deceased porcupine west of Randle), and, very nearly last, dining at Burgerville, I am, as it must be obvious, counting the commas, tuckered out.
I have a huge mess of photos, observations, and witticisms to share. Starting tomorrow.
Update: Part I is finished.
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