Canadinot

Liz and I tried to go to Canada today. We sortof almost made it. Here's why we didn't.

Right when we came across this sign, two biker dudes rolled up next to us and one said to the other,

"I think the road is closed."

And then Liz said, "I think the road is closed, durrr," and then she realized that the window was rolled down.

It turns out that there was a horrendous accident around 20 miles north of Seattle, around Marysville.

Hilariously, we saw the accident notice on the billboards a few miles befor the traffic jam, and made plans to exit at ... some exit. As we approached the exit, though, we decided to go one more exit—right when we made that decision, we got stuck in major traffic. We slowed from 60mph to 0mph in the space between the offramp for our originally intended exit and the onramp coming back on the highway.

Oddly, everyone seemed to be turning around and travelling down the onramp. So we followed.

And halfway down, state troopers turned everyone around and we all came back.

It took us another 20–30 minutes to make it to the next stop, where we went to Wal*Mirth and looked at beers.

I close with two pictures: the one on the left is a used car dealership we passed (note the sign in the center) and the one on the right is a Jeep we saw at Wal*Mononucleosis. Pay particular attention to the sticker on the rear window; you may have to click on the image a few times to see it.