It's been a month since we smushed our stuff into a car and started driving west. Our trip was super easygoing and at least five of the first 14 days here in Seattle have been gloriously sunny. That's a muuuch higher sun: rain ratio than expected so we are off to a mighty fine start in the PNW. 👍
The first third of the trip brought us through Massachusetts, New York, Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. We were already familiar with that part of the country but still ended up surprised by some things. There is so much happening in Cleveland! Seinfeld does standup there. We blew through Indiana on our way to Chicago, where we ate what was easily the best meal of the trip in a fabulous new Mediterranean restaurant called Ema.
Omaha was a complete surprise. Not that we had any idea what it would be like—but with a baseline of zero expectations, it blew us away. We had the equally charming Magnolia Hotel and nearby Flatiron Cafe to ourselves on that Tuesday night. The next day we drove 500 miles from one end of Nebraska to the other. Not much comment on that, although we did see our first and only herd of buffalo somewhere around Grand Island.
After another full day driving parallel to the oil pipeline between Cheyenne and Rock Springs, Wyoming—and stopping for a charming lunch at the Aspen House Restaurant in Rawlins—we took a break in Jackson Hole. We spent the weekend driving around Grand Teton National Park, riding a sleigh across the National Elk Refuge, hanging out in the Mangy Moose, and eating a bunch of great food. We drove out just in time to avoid the massive power outage that stranded travelers for close to a week. Dodged that one!
We spent our last night looking for a place to watch the Super Bowl in Boise, Idaho. After striking out hard at our first bar, we enjoyed the second half from Bittercreek Alehouse, where we were without a doubt the only Patriots fans in the room. Eastern Oregon and Washington were even more beautiful the next day—and it would have been jaw-dropping stuff to begin with. We made friends with a state trooper in Yakima and I bit off a few nails as we skidded our way up and over Snoqualmie Pass... but we drove in to Seattle all in one piece and psyched to be here!