Washington. The temperature finally got above freezing. Although they were just shaking off their first big dump of snow we were thrilled to actually be warm in our RV. Our first night was at the Pilot Truck Stop right past Coeur d' leone, ID. We got use to truck stop stays through Montana as they were free, had internet, showers (we still cannot put water in the RV due to freezing risk), and food for late night snack attacks. This was the first truck stop where we were had the sudden realization that it was, in fact, a truck stop. The lot was huge and there were a lot of trucks, I mean A LOT of very big trucks. We were kinda intimidated. Our 25 footer looks puny next to these giants. And we seem like wide eyed babies newly exposed to the elements in comparison to these hard traveled drivers.
500 miles from home , tucked into a corner lot in an ocean of pavement, surrounded by grumbling, sleeping giants and a blanket of snow, we close our blinds, make dinner and watch a movie. And it dawns on us that we are home. We are home.
The Checkboard is our first out of state gig. It's a small dive bar shedding some old skin to open up to a fresh image as a music venue. The new owners seem active in bringing in acts of all kinds and tonight was engineered for acoustic, songwriting music. The local acts' love and enthusiasm for meeting new people and hearing new tunes was extremely welcoming and we, in turn enjoyed a good night of meaningful music, good people and free beer. Check out the music of our new friends in Spokane Sweet Rebel D and Gardening Angel
Washington, Where the Weed is Legal. Like, recreationally, legal. Young people rolling joints in the bar. Old men, retired, lonely and getting stoned in the gazebo outside discussing there personal favorite strain. Apparently, flushing the plant creates a paranoid free smoke. I won't say that it's not true.
-Rumeysa
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