The pass through state.

This drive was the longest drive of the vacation. The honeymoon was over with the kids sleeping most of the way. We stopped first thing in the morning to have a Father's day breakfast. They sat us smack in the middle of this quiet, quaint little restaurant in Mt. Shasta. We put on quite a show for the other patrons. All-in-all it turned out to be a nice time, though.

We crossed into Oregon fairly soon, the pass-through state. I don't trust a state that doesn't trust me enough to pump my own gas. I take it personally. I don't think they take kindly to us foreigners either. Mirissa was driving, keeping up with the flow in the left lane, no big gap between her and the car ahead. A big pickup truck behind us thought that just wasn't good enough so he kept flashing his lights for us to git out of his way damn it! Of course I encouraged Mirissa to do the right thing... and stay put. He passed us on the right and gave us the big, jerking, jabbing thumb motion over his shoulder which everyone knows is the official hand signal for "go the hell back to California you idiots."

This time we avoided Carls Jr and opted for a Taco Bell lunch and a Burger King dinner.
We got into Seattle about 7:30pm.

We had a great room at the Westin with a beautiful view of the sound. Julia and Charlotte had a nice pull out sofa, we had a "heavenly bed" (westin TM) and they brought up a "heavenly crib" for Francesca. It was vey cute. They give you a little rug for the cribside that looks like the sky and clouds.