This morning I drove from Twisp, which is in Northeastern Washington, to Bellingham, which is on the West coast near the border with Canada. The mountain pass was out of this world. Felt like I turned a bend on Highway 20 and was suddenly in the Swiss Alps. (I’ve never been there, but I’ve seen pictures and that’s what this looked like.) And I was the only one on the road in the middle of these amazing mountains and snow. I kept passing signs for “chaining up area” and “avalanche area”. You don’t get signs like that in New Jersey or North Carolina. I don’t even know how to “chain up”. I did look in the back of my friend’s car for chains and was a little relieved to find there weren’t any there.

We had a good event at Western Washington University this afternoon and will soon head off to Village Books in historic Bellingham. I still get a kick seeing the book in bookstores. Like I’ve pulled something over on someone.

Ellen