Girl Trip Part Two: Palouse Falls
We left off with Tiffany and I heading from The Painted Hills to Palouse Falls—about a five hour drive. We stopped in a couple of spots on the drive to stretch our legs and take pictures but decided to mostly push through. As soon as we crossed back into Washington, we started talking about getting gas.
The biggest town we passed through, we didn't really need gas, and decided to keep driving to the next town. There was no next town. We kept heading to Palouse Falls, hoping that we'd come across a gas station but about ten minutes from the turn off, the gas light came on.
Somehow at that point, I got just enough cell service to find out where the nearest gas station was—about fifteen miles away. Now, we were driving Ryan's Subaru, which gets pretty good gas mileage but it was still one of the most stressful drives of my life. Neither of us talked except for my reminding Tiff that the car's best mileage was around 50/60 mph but Tiffany hauled it toward the gas station.
We made it, barely running on fumes and vowed never to "wait 'til the next town" to fill up the tank. The gas station was the tiniest, jankiest thing I'd ever seen but we got gas and a candy bar, turned around and headed to Palouse Falls. The rest of the trip was uneventful—we wandered around Palouse Falls and attempted to hike down to the bowl, only to get turned around by a surprise rain storm. We ate breakfast with a view of the falls and headed back to Seattle.