Road (Ski) Trip - Part 1

For the life of them they cannot now recall why they decided not to go for the 9 hour direct flight and instead for the 16 hour indirect flight but what a treat they had let themselves in for. Having made it across the pond to Dulles and staggered their way through customs, immigration and all that jazz they were delighted to discover that those clever people at United had managed to give them seats miles apart from each other for the flight to Seattle, the 6 hour flight that is.

So a long and tedious flight was rendered even more long and tedious without their mutual witty banter (are we shure about this? - ed) to keep them sustained.

Eventually of course the plane had to finally get to Seattle and a relatively pain-free passage through baggage reclaim to the hire car company came to a juddering halt on the I5 motorway North to Mount Baker as they hit rush hour traffic. A 90 mile journey that takes 4 hours is rarely fun although our hero found the ideal way to get through it - fall asleep at the wheel, make Gay George (Not Actually Gay) take over the driving and then go for a kip in the back seat.

Supper at the local micro-brewery which, bizarrely, doubles as the local wedding chapel and a quick couple of beers had them totally wiped out and in bed asleep by 2200.