So there we were. Pulling into a Seattle coffee shop at 10 in the morning. A wet snow had fallen and we were all like...wtf.

We were tired. We drove out of Salt Lake City at about 11 the night before, each taking 4 hour shifts in order to increase our chances of survival. The piggyvan was pretty nasty by this point. One could tell it was meant to be black but the layers of road salt gave it this ghostly appearance.

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