Today’s drive was a big loop east and north of camp. It started out with a lurching, near tire squealing slam of the brakes when a buck just burst into the roadway.  We took a deep breath and continued on our way.  Dry, low rolling plains gave way to endless grain fields waving mesmerizingly in the morning breeze.  North just 50 miles or so put us in thickly forested mountains much like the Appalachians.  It was an amazing contrast to the scablands along the lake shore.  Our route took us across Lake Roosevelt on the Columbian Princess, another local ferry.  She carries about a dozen cars.  We got a close up view of how it all works.  Pretty fun.