I’ve been driving around eastern Washington, western Idaho and Eastern Montana this week stopping at Indie bookstores in hopes of encouraging them to place my book on their shelves. I get the best of the deal, by far – I meet great people, see some terrific shops, and get to wander some breathtaking country. I first drove through eastern Washington in 1967 when I was 20, with two friends, in an ancient Peugeot sedan. We came up from California, passed Mt. Rainier, went through Yakima, and then headed east toward Idaho and Montana. We all remember coming onto that high desert plain and seeing the road stretch ahead for miles and miles. Yesterday I was north of Ephrata on a back way to Wenatchee and came upon a secondary road which looked exactly like the main highway did a half century ago. Exactly.