A break from the normal broadcast.
95 degrees here near Yakima. With the rolling hills and crosswind, The Rover is running hot.
Hot. Hot. Hot.
Plus my feet are running hot, so I swung into a Subway to drink ice tea refills and upload blog posts while the Turner cools down enough to check the radiator.
Afterall, the Cascades are looming across my horizon. At least the summit is reporting 66 degs.
Who would have thought Washington would be the warmest state of this trek?
The truck had no trouble at all with Lolo Pass, but it was in the 70’s. That was one beautiful drive. I’m ready to turn around and go back.