Salt Lake City to Seattle

Having assisted the ladies of age, I now find myself sitting under a tree at a truck stop in Stanfield watching not only my bags, but those of two others, who are now inside. Surprisingly the bus from here to Seattle will only have a few aboard, some young, some graced with age. Deb, Matt, and the two ladies of age and I are talking in the front, while the younger ones converse in the back. The two older ladies are informing us of sights coming along our path, such as the cable bridge, the blue bridge, and even the old tunnel along the Snake River. Deb is traveling from south Georgia to Seattle to visit her daughter, Matt is going there to see his wife.

The bus driver is nice, so was Leonard (our driver from Salt Lake City to Stanfield), especially compared to most of the other Greyhound bus drivers. Everyone enjoys the extra space on the bus, but it doesn't last long, as the bus fills with a group of volunteers working with the Jesuits. A few more stops and we all enjoy a spacious bus again.

There is some joy in knowing that by assisting the ladies graced with age I've opened myself up again. Now we travel along enjoying the mountains, the ever increasing tall timber trees, and the occasional streams and rivers. Naps taken, conversations enjoyed, sights delighted upon, and hours later our arrival in Seattle. The Seattle bus station is still disgusting, and this time very crowded. I could barely maneuver through the crowd to the ticket counter to book my bus to Vancouver in two days. Some quick good byes, throwing my backpack on, and away I walk down past 8th Avenue down to 2nd Avenue. 9 blocks in all and now I rest at the City Hostel. Sleep and a shower are required.