Westward: A Journey through Photos

Most of you know by now that I'm in Seattle. If that's news to you, then I apologize for having been sorely out of communication for the last several months.

I drove west from Minneapolis over three days, and took many (many) photos along the way. Fortunately, for you, I've edited the batch down to a representative sample. So grab a mug of coffee or hot chocolate or spiced cider (or a boring glass of water, if you're Dad), and travel west with me.

The wide open sky of North Dakota. This is just west of Fargo, and what most of the rest of the day's drive looked like.

The farmland of North Dakota.

The landscape started to get at little more interesting as I neared the border with Montana. These hills are part of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. By the way, the fenceposts are slanted because of the way my cameraphone shutter works; they're actually quite vertical.

More hills and grasslands in western North Dakota.

I'm in eastern Montana now, and starting to see a little more change in the landscape.

More hills in the Great Plains.

At last some mountains! I believe these are the Bitterroots, which is part of the Rocky Mountain Range. At any rate, I got to look at them for a long time.

Downtown Belgrade, Montana, where I found a nice steak and baked potato and got to watch a little baseball.

The next morning, from my hotel in Bozeman, I got to see a sunrise over the mountains.

Lots of scenery like this in western Montana. Miles and miles and miles...

And this...

And this... (Right about now you're probably thinking I could have done a better job editing down those photos.)

This might be in Idaho. Or western Montana. Idaho was the briefest part of my trip, so I might not remember this correctly.

But this, at last, is Washington. This is eastern Washington, just beyond Spokane. This area is known as the Palouse, and it's where a lot of wheat is grown. It's hard to tell from this picture, but the hills are soft and rolling, and it's lovely country. I hear it's amazing in the springtime when everything is green. The clouds are pretty nice too.

Coming down to the Columbia River in central Washington.

Some rain as I drive through the Cascade Mountains. I hear they have a bit of that out here.

My first glimpse of Seattle (off to the right on the horizon). It seemed a little auspicious that it was sunny for my arrival.

And a little closer shot of downtown Seattle.

Kevin and I went for a "Welcome to Seattle" dinner at a pizza place near my apartment.

And speaking of the apartment, here's what it looks like. This is the dining room, looking toward the living room.

The living room.

The bedroom.

And the kitchen.

This is Lake Union, which is about a ten-minute walk from my apartment. There are lots of sailboats on this lake, and floating houses, and it's a great spot to sit and soak up the sun when it's out. Do yourself a favor and search for images of "floating houses Seattle" in Google. I'd never seen anything quite like them before.

These intrepid explorers are standing at the top of Hurricane Ridge after an arduous climb up the Olympic Mountains. Some will say that the car did most of the work, but they had to walk from the parking lot to the grass, where this photo was taken. That was plenty difficult.

Here's downtown Seattle from the ferry. When David was out here, we took the ferry out to the Olympic peninsula, and then returned by ferry back to Seattle.

This picture is pretty blurry, but it's taken from a footbridge just behind my apartment. In the distance, which is south, is downtown Seattle. I cross this footbridge a couple times each week, as it's the quickest way to get to my neighborhood grocery stores, restaurants, coffee shops, and that scenic view of Lake Union I included above.