Reaching the Pacific Northwest was bittersweet. Seattle and Portland had been our ultimate destinations, but we hadn't guessed that Glacier National Park would be what resonated with us the most. Really, after seeing so much scenery, after melting into awe-inspiring vista, the cities were a little underwhelming.
Near Bridal Veil, Oregon, we made time for one last, scenic stop: Multnomah Falls, the tallest waterfall in the state of Oregon.
To get back to Indiana, we spent four straight days in the car, barely stopping; we would eat, sure, and take breaks. But, for the most part, it was ever-forward. Tally ho. Portland to Boise. Boise to Salt Lake City, where we picked up I-80 and drove across Wyoming. It was then, for the first time in our 6,500-mile road trip, that Ty needed a break. We had been driving eight to twelve hours a day, and it had finally broken him. So, for a few hours, in the dead of night, in Wyoming, I drove. Ty and I switched at a large gas station, one that offered burgers and shakes and other cafe amenities. So, as I drove, I sipped a strawberry shake and hummed to The Lumineers, pushing the vehicle to 78 mph and feeling pressured. Ty was snoring; Zoë was out. And they were my responsibility.
After a night in Cheyenne, we drove to Iowa. We spent one last night at my mom's, which I greatly appreciated. I spent the night on an air mattress in her room, feeling close to her, and not wanting to let go of her hand. The trip was over; and, as Zoë said, it was "a little strange to be separating after two weeks in constant company. "
Part 1: Henry Doorly Zoo
Part 2: The Badlands, Feat. Kitschy South Dakota
Part 3: On the Way to Billings
Part 4: The Tetons
Part 5: Yellowstone
Part 6: Glacier National Park
Part 7: Washington, Seattle & All of That
Part 8: Driving Down the 101