Tonight we are sitting in a very small RV park in the very small town of Wilbur, WA.  It is about 60 miles north of I-90 and 20 miles south of the Grand Coulee Dam.  It's about 88 degrees and the sun is shining, but we can see afternoon thunderheads off in the distance.   Right now we are outside sitting in the shade with Maggie and enjoying the breeze.

We are the only overnight guests so far and it is after 6pm as I write this.  The owners are super friendly people (and make great home made pies) and they gave us a huge site at the end of the park. Business seems very slow and we wonder how the business survives. Our site is ideal because the dog is able to run loose and chase her ball and no one cares about the dog not being on a leash.  We are close to US2 (right off the shoulder) so we are keeping our eyes on her - we don't want her running out in traffic  Surprisingly there is no fence between us and the highway. Except for the traffic noise, it is quite pleasant here.  No TV signal, the WIFI won't work on the phones, and cellular service is on the E network.  I am having no issues with the WIFI on the computer, so maybe later if we get bored with our books and crossword puzzles we can stream a movie on Netflix.  Maybe - don't know how strong their signal is.  Anyway, we are quite comfortable.  I won't be able to download any photos I took with the phone today due to the technology issues.  I will post them tomorrow, I hope.

As we drove the 60 miles north from I-90 on WA21 we were astounded at the amount of land being used for growing grains.  As far as the eye could see - gold, brown, yellow, green, thousands of acres being farmed. And this isn't even the grain belt of the U.S.   I asked the guy at the RV park what the farmers in the area grew.  He replied, "Mostly wheat - about 95%- and the rest in alfalfa, barley, chickpeas, some potatoes, and granola."   His wife looked at him and said, "Not granola, grinoa."  I'm sure she meant quinoa but pronounced it grinoa.  Lots and lots of waving grains.

We ate lunch at the site - we were here by noon - and dog-proofed the RV as best we could - and set off for a visit to Grand Coulee Dam, leaving Maggie  at home.  More wheat fields for those 20 miles!  I got some good photos of the dam.  It is monstrous in size!  We wandered around the visitor center and then decided not to take the tour they offered.  It would have meant waiting for an hour and then an hour tour and we weren't sure how Maggs was doing.  The visitor center displays pretty much fill you in on the whole building of it and we recently saw a PBS special on it, so we decided to go looking for a Native American museum and art gallery that was in town.  Never found it.  But,  we did find a hardware store!

When we got back, Mr. Fix-it took off the screen door and re-screened the bottom  portion that Maggie destroyed last night.  The guy at the store sold us some "pet" screen - thicker and more resistant to doggie toe nails.  Or so he says.  Stay tuned.  

We found no destruction on our return today, so who knows what goes on in that little brain of hers.  She was happy to see us and ran outside and did a bunch of crazy eights and then found her ball and brought it to us.  What a relief.   Oh, BTW, today's ride was untethered and backward!  She sat on her perch backwards but still did the panting and shaking stuff.  

Tomorrow we plan on about a 200 mile day (about 80 on two-lane US2 to Spokane where we pick up I-90 again) which will get us to St. Regis, Montana.  Then, who knows?