Memorial Day Mountain Traffic

So much for feeling all wonderful and relaxed after getting out of the city and off the computer for the three-day weekend. This is what greeted Seattlest at the 93 mile marker when we left The Gorge early "to miss concert traffic:"

Stop and go traffic, as bad as any Seattle rush hour we've ever encountered, in the middle of the mountains. The car and camper crawl lasted from mile marker 93 to 60, and traffic didn't return to a normal clip until we crested the pass. Westbound Memorial Day traffic is hereby deemed the Cascade Clusterfuck. At least it is a gorgeous place to be stuck in traffic.

We hope you all managed to miss the holiday traffic, and that you had wonderful long weekends.

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By Abbey in Miscellaneous on May 27, 2008 7:34 AM

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Abbey

That was our other plan bigtimetopbanana! Unfortunately, my weekend at the Gorge made me seriously wonder if I am allergic to sunshine. Each day ended with a horrible headache, though I didn't drink a drop of alcohol at the festival (cannot afford 11 dollar PBR Tall Boys) and stayed more hydrated than I do at home.

I am glad that you got to enjoy the insanity that was Wayne and the rest of the flaming lips, seeing everyone else's photos is making me regret my decision even more than the traffic jam did.

bigtimetopbanana

To miss the Sasquatch traffic back to Seattle we stayed to the end, cheered on Wayne and his interstellar craziness and then caught an couple of hours of shut-eye before heading home.

We had an empty road over the pass at 3am. And we were not bleary-eyed and worried about being breathalysed on the way. Made it in 3 hours.

Sweet.

Work today though..... sucked.

Abbey

Indeed, SillySooly.

I've always managed to miss the Memorial Day slog after Sasquatch, but no such luck this year.

sillysoolly

The funny thing about trying to miss the 'concert' traffic on Memorial Day weekend is that you, everyone at the Sasquatch Fest, and every single person who decided to go camping somewhere sunny are all on their way home, headed in the same direction, at the same time as you.

The traffic sludge over the pass is as much a tradition as beer on Memorial Day. :)