From Seattle to Grant’s Pass was an…ummm…interesting drive. I don’t mind driving in the rain. Or in the mountains. Or at night. But all three at the same time was a bit much. Especially in a car which has not yet gotten used to my driving habits and thus hasn’t devloped “automatic pilot”.
At Grant’s Pass, sleep had to happen. And what a great place. Old motels for miles. The one I chose featured arched doorways,and the room had the remnants of a kitchenette. My guess as to construction date would be about 1940. Great spot. And it had cable…
Driving down the California coast on US 101 was a good idea, despite the additional time required. Given the choice, I always take the old road, along the old strips through town. We hit the Redwoods, Eureka, Ukiah, and more. And boy, was I worn out as we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. I was also strangely unexcited to be home, but that’s another story…
