It’s a little known fact that much of Eastern Washington is quite parched. And this despite the voluminous Columbia river running through it, carving a gorge of tremendous depth. We stopped in George to marvel at the geology and expansive views prior to crossing the river on the bridge you see in the distance. On the other side, wind mills line the ridge to take advantage of the powerful wind that sweeps down from the north. We were glad to not be driving an 18 wheeler. And two hours later, in a very different landscape, we were glad to say we’d arrived.