Seattle -> Sasquatch

The mission for the day was to rent a car and journey off to 'The Gorge' *cue dramatic roll of thunder* Driving through Seattle's incoherent labyrinth of one-way streets was a small hell in itself. So after causing a minor accident (don't worry kids everyone was okay) and half an hour of fruitless driving, we decided to get the hell out of Seattle. To interstate 90 to begin our journey east in our 'tan' coloured ford focus. The driving by miles threw me off for the first little bit leaving me a bit unnerved until I felt more comfortable with the vehicle.

Leaving Seattle

The 'tan' coloured Ford Focus

We didn't get very far before a sign for a Mexican bar & Grill (which turns out to be more of a high class fast food chain)  detoured us for lunch. Food in the states sure is cheap....so is booze. We also found and epic super market grocery store where we bought new shoes and supplies for the weekend. [this consisted of: jam, bread, coffee and wine] Yes, we are that kind of couple.

A couple of hours and some impressive scenery later, we lost our Canadian hippy car we had been following. Replacing it with a horde of drunks as we arrive at The Gorge *cue dramatic thunderclap* We parked in the queue, then a field, then a queue in a field and then in a field for the last time. This is where we set up our minuscule hobo camp. We are still unsure about where exactly the festival site is, but meh.

Super psyched for this.

Our finished crossword

Analyzing the Self-Realization book.

Now let's drink wine out of my shoe.

After setting up camp we were approached whilst doing a crossword and not drinking (an unheard of combination here) by a friendly chap who gave us a couple self-realization books that we are now idly tearing apart whilst not drinking. We should do something about this.

A couple chapters later we made our own realization that this so called gentleman gave us a sex book.

*pours wine in bellies*