Who can deny when about to cross a bridge – just about any old bridge– being at least a little bit scintillated by a sense of daring, and adventure, of limitless possibility and of going into the unknown? Except in this case, at least when heading North, you are forsaking prime Watermelon and state correctional facility territory(the only one in all of Oregon offering dialysis for inmates in renal failure), for the Tri-Cities of Eastern Washington. That’s right, Tri — Cities, baby. When one dodgy Eastern WA burg simply isn’t sufficiently boring! Bonus: Tri-Cities has the distinction of having the worst Chinese-American buffet I’ve ever had the pleasure to experience— Although Super Buffet there in No Po is a newish upstart threatening to re-write the record books in that category.
