We made it to Seattle around 5 pm. The Pacific Ocean awaits on Friday. Not quite coast to coast, but almost. I-90 in Idaho goes up and down and winds around unlike anything you would imagine an interstate would do. The middle of the state of Washington is as flat and dry as anything we've seen yet. Every so often, there are patches of green where irrigation devices - often giant lengths of piping on wheels that drive the device in one sweeping circle over the field - provide the necessary water. We stayed next to the space needle. (I'll try to provide a link to this later, as well as to the Pike Street Fish Market where we are headed this morning.)

The white mountain is Mount Rainier, about 14,000 feet tall. The little swirl of dirt is a dust devil ... sort of a micro-tornado. They are more impressive up close than this might look, but we weren't able to get a good shot or video of one.