Exodus to Florida, Part I

Our first gas stop was in Ritzville. This picture is all you need to know about "Ritzville."



It did have a wonderful redeeming quality, however — the gas station sold super-caffeinated coffee.

You should know that Idaho still sucks and that east of Coeur d'Alene, it's all mountains. I forgot the Rockies go that far north. Fun fun fun to drive though.

Montana isn't any place you really want to be, I think. There was snow, slush, and ice right around nightfall. Beautiful but treacherous!

I just have to say though:

Montana, what the fuck is up with your weather? Hail and sun and snow and rain and rockfall warnings?

In one afternoon?

In the middle of April?

The rest of us have a little something we like to call "seasons" and generally speaking, mid-April is fully sprung Spring. Just an FYI, Montana.Try some pleasant weather sometime.

Jerk.

I should have known something was up — the first rest stop in the state had a weather report playing in the restroom and on the bulletin board outside there was a big toll free number with a sign that said, "Need more weather reports?"

We laughed at that. Why would you need more weather reports? I mean, come on, the weather is going to be what the weather is going to be. Sheesh.

What fools we were.

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We hit our mileage and time goals for the day. Right now we stand at 739.7 miles traveled.

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I have a new nickname and it is "my little leadfoot."