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| − | [User:Robyn|Robyn] and Wade went here but, being on vacation, have only an "internet device" and no means with which to upload the photos. | + | [[User:Robyn|Robyn]] and Wade went here but, being on vacation, have only an "internet device" and no means with which to upload the photos. |
We were on a motorcycle on the way from Vancouver, Canada to Kirkland, Washington, so we detoured down highway 203, and turned left on Entwhistle. We approved of the street name for its association with musical Tolkienesque tree people. It was an avenue flanked by many trees, but none of them whistled at us. We knew from Google Maps that we needed to go left on 346th, but the streets jumped from 338th to 356th. So we turned around and went up a random unmarked street. | We were on a motorcycle on the way from Vancouver, Canada to Kirkland, Washington, so we detoured down highway 203, and turned left on Entwhistle. We approved of the street name for its association with musical Tolkienesque tree people. It was an avenue flanked by many trees, but none of them whistled at us. We knew from Google Maps that we needed to go left on 346th, but the streets jumped from 338th to 356th. So we turned around and went up a random unmarked street. | ||
Revision as of 15:34, 8 July 2008
Robyn and Wade went here but, being on vacation, have only an "internet device" and no means with which to upload the photos.
We were on a motorcycle on the way from Vancouver, Canada to Kirkland, Washington, so we detoured down highway 203, and turned left on Entwhistle. We approved of the street name for its association with musical Tolkienesque tree people. It was an avenue flanked by many trees, but none of them whistled at us. We knew from Google Maps that we needed to go left on 346th, but the streets jumped from 338th to 356th. So we turned around and went up a random unmarked street.
"We're not allowed to tresspass, right? That's in the rules." said Wade.
"Right, but we are allowed to visit people we haven't met yet to tell them that their house has been specially chosen by the Internet," explained Robyn.
The unmarked street was steep uphill and twisty and ceased to be paved after the first bend.
"There, turn left there!" cried Robyn. Wade, although driving, was technically a dragalong. We found the hashpoint in the brambles, just off to the side of someone's driveway. I was going to tell the children that they had been specially chosen by the Internet, but they had retreated, so we patted and photographed their dog.
