Dropping down on the East side of the Cascades brought high temps, dry weather and, yes, a wildfire across from our campsite along the Tieton River. We were evacuated at 8 a.m.
After floating the Yakima River and hitchhiking back to Gloria, we set out to find a place to camp for the night and ended up in sweet Roslyn, probably the second cutest town I've seen in Washington (after Edison).
I am not sure I'll ever be able to drive Gloria Clementine in the mountains without feeling a little stressed. Do bus owners ever stop worrying that something is about to go wrong? I suppose I should just embrace it--expect something to fail...and hope it isn't serious.