The forecast had said a weather front was due, so we were not surprised by fog and low cloud as we left Coeur d’Alene. I’d forgotten how North American cities and towns sprawl out along major roads, mall after car dealer after mall; UK planning regs prevent this.
The road heads north, through narrowing valleys. Trees line the road, dark conifers a perfect backdrop for fire-gold aspen and birch.
Then on to Nelson, where I am sitting on the bed with the sound of traffic on wet roads drifting through the window as I type. He’s leafing through guides to Okanagan wineries, just in case we have spare time… I think we can find some!
— posted on the move