We’re in Olympia, Washington, just south of Seattle, after driving for nine and a half hours from Redding, California. It’s raining cars and dogs, and at this point I offer a major tip of the day. Don’t drive through Portland and up to Seattle on a Friday afternoon.
You want a two hundred mile traffic jam? Welcome to this area on a Friday. The traffic here rivals anything Jay Leno rambles on about LA freeways.
We’ll be back in Powell River tomorrow. Although I’m ready to turn around and do it again.
At this point, I wish upon a star that a miracle happens with Pat Burns. I know it doesn’t look good for the coach, but I want to wake up tomorrow and read that the man who guided our Habs in the late ’80’s and early ’90’s with grace, fire, bilingualism, and skill has taken a turn for the better.