| Crossing vast, irrigated fields of
the columbia basin, Highway 26 had a good shoulder; until Royal City.
After that it was narrow and busy with potato trucks. I found a road
that took me north to I-90 with it's wide shoulder.
Sleeping one night in an apple orchard, no campgrounds
or motels nearby, I was awaken several times by the sound of potato trucks
lumbering by. The orchard had a thick windbreak which was easy to
hide from everything except for the noise.
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