The brothers crossed into Washington, stopped at the side of the Columbia River to have their picture taken by a complete stranger who drove up and simply asked, barely shouting above the roar of the incessant wind,

“Mind if I take your picture?”

They posed, the camera flashed, and the camera’s owner sped off with their souls, which they never did see again.

Spokane, Seattle, Tacoma. Mere pit stops for gas tank refills and feasts on Ronald McDonald beef byproducts, fried taters, carbonated beverages, and salt.

Their first real spate of exploration occurred on the Olympic Peninsula, where they camped for a number of days.