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We have now arrived safely back home.
Now that we are back  we are busily seeing our lovely family and plotting our next adventure, which will be about Mountain Men, Lewis and Clarke, Nez Pierce Indians, gold and gem prospecting and more rivers and mountain scenery, as well as seeing our friends again.
The next blog will be:
Fall 2014: Rocky Mountain High  ( http://roadblog14fall.blogspot.com/ )

Home again

Monday 7th July
We had an uneventful flight from Boise to Seattle, the plane followed the Payette River, where we could look straight up the Snake River Gorge to Hell's Canyon, which we hope to visit next trip, and the I84 past Baker City, to Pendleton, where we could see the still snow covered Wallawa Mountains to the North and the broad sweep of the Columbia River as it curved past the Tri City area. Most impressive was dropping through the clouds to see that we were flying alongside Mt Rainier, before landing at Seatac Airport.
We stayed at the Red Roof Hotel for our overnight stopover, the nearest food being at a Denny's, not a good choice. We sat for 70 minutes waiting for our food, though there was a reason - A Convention was in town. The "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" is a convention which fills the area not only with My little Pony fans, but also spawns MLP lookalikes and costumed characters. The overall effect in Denny's was almost surreal and did provide some entertainment while we waited for our meal.
Our flight from Seattle to home went well and we arrived on time and in one piece. The only disappointing aspect was that the food on the Delta flight was miserable, still you can't have everything.

Chuck and Carla

Tuesday 1st July
On Tueday morning we packed up from the Hegerman RV Vilage and travelled on to our final stop for this trip. Chuck and Carla! We can look back now and know how wonderful these people are, but as we approached their house we did wonder what might be about  to happen.
We had met Chuck and Carla in the parking lot at the overlook to the Grand Coulee Dam, where they had made he offer for us to stay with them before we put the rig into storage. They were total strangers and we had only talked for about 20 minutes.That was over a month ago, and here we were bowling up to their front door to camp on their front drive. Worse than that, we also wanted to use their carpet shampooer and then wash the rig! What a cheek! What if they disliked us? What if we disliked them!

 But our fears were groundless, as we turned into their drive they threw open the front door and welcome us with warmth and smiles. They just couldn't have been more helpful and welcoming. They have a lovely house and garden, which they showed us round. They have a little canal at the bottom of the garden, the house is amongst fields, this year mint is the crop and whenever the breeze come from the North the air had a lovely minty smell. They have a big swing and a teepee.
Chuck is a mechanic and has a huge workshop with a beautiful 1986 Marathon coach, very luxurious (pics after our next visit). Also a bright yellow Cobra replica kit car, that he took both Sally and me for a ride in. Very low, very responsive, very nice.

 So we spent the next three days cleaning the truck and the trailer, Chuck helped with the washing of them and even polished out some of the scratches in the paintwork - Thank you Chuck.
Chuck and Carla love to cook and fed us royally, we managed to return a little of their hospitality by taking them for a meal in a Basque restaurant, which was great fun for us, though I don't think sheep enjoy being there!
We were not the only visitors to Chuck and Carla's home, while we were there a swarm of bees took up temporary residence in the garden, which was very interesting. Their garden is also home to a hawk and at least one family of those delightful California Quail.

 We spent July 4th with them, the highlight, apart from Chuck's BBQ Steak, being watching the fireworks that all their neighbours were setting off.
All too soon we found ourselves hitching the trailer up to take it to the storage we had arranged in Boise and after saying fond farewells we were off on our journey back home.

The Twin Falls at Twin Falls, and more besides

Monday, 30th June

Last Look At Craters Of The Moon

Whoosh! It’s pack and go this morning! One last walk around some of the lava fields, where I re-inspect the lovely yellow flower I found last night, when I had chosen to take evening pictures rather than go for a run.  That was pleasant, but limited as there was no real sunset, apart from the sun going down behind a rather large hill, though I found a plant that looked very much like a thistle, but with a lovely yellow flower, but I did not get a very good pic as it was getting dark, hence my return in the morning.  The plant I have now found out is called Blazing Star (Mentzelia laevicaulis) and is a night flowering plant, which I think is quite unusual (but then that is possibly just me) as well as beautiful.

Blazing Star - Night Blooming Flower!

Goodales Cut Off

Our plan to day is straight forward, but will be modified as we progress. Our original plan has been to drive West and camp at Hegarman, but we are now going via a southerly loop to take in the waterfalls of Twin Falls. We drive out of the COTM NP leaving the lava behind, only to find that the road simply skirts along the edge of the lave field, which stretches for mile after mile after mile. Did I mention about Goodales Cutoff? No it is not a surgical procedure. For an empty space on the map Southern Idaho has a lot of history. We have now found ourselves driving along the very route that many of the settlers travelled in the 1800’s to take up the land freely given to them under the Homesteaders Act. The whole route is called the Oregon Trail, this section was an improved part of the route which cut across the lava fields. It has constantly been in our minds the human endeavour that went into those people crossing such inhospitable lands, I think I mentioned it back at Columbia Gorge and the Scrublands of Washington State, but here the emigrants had to travel across miles of black, very sharp, very hot, very craggy lava beds, often barefoot, and get wagons across it as well.

The Manhattan Diner in Shoshone City

After about 30 miles the lava fields of COTM NP gave way to the lava fields that were not part of the park, amazing scenery, but boring to describe, apart from rough black rock covered by sage and scrub. We stopped in Shoshone for a cuppa. Talk about one horse, one stop light, sleepy railtown, wow Shoshone has got it all. The railroad (only freight now) runs down the middle of the town and the Victorian fronted saloons and shops sitting in the sunshine of clear blue skies actively exude sleepiness. Anyway we found the Manhattan Café and stopped in for our drink, slipping badly on the diet front I had a cinnamon roll, which although only $2.19 was massive, fresh and home made, Sally slipped into a ‘scone’, which I think was really a posh word for Navajo Fry Bread, which is a donut style dough deep fried sprinkled with cinnamon sugar – Oh Yummy. Like those old horror films of people arriving and being overcome with sleepiness and being trapped forever, and our bodies would then be used for all sorts of interesting practises, we could feel the soporific nature of this place, so we got out quickly and continued South to Twin Falls. However we had been warned in a dream (no actually the waitress mentioned it) that we should look for the Perrine Bridge on our way to Twin Falls. 

The Perrine Bridge

We didn’t have much trouble there as the road goes across this massive steel arch bridge, where it meets and crosses the Snake River. Yes we have returned once more to this great river. The bridge crosses a gorge, 1500ft long and 486 ft above the river it is pretty impressive, as the is the river gorge. We stopped and took pics, talked to a lovely couple from Texas who were here on a course to learn about Ancient Roman History. We then crossed the river to go to the visitor center, just on the south rim of the gorge, to get directions to the waterfalls (remember the waterfalls, that is why we are here), once we have this information we are about to leave when I spy a couple of people sat at the gorge rim where they appear to be packing tents into rucksacks, they have helmets, rock climbers? No, Base Jumpers. We find out that these guys throw  themselves off the bridge with a parachute. In fact the bridge is famous for its base jumping because (and here we learn a new facet of Idaho culture) it is one of the few places where it is a legal activity, no permit required, no insurance required, you can just throw yourself off the middle of the bridge and no one minds. This meant another delay while we watched the guys preparing and then watched one of them actually jump off. Quite amazing (I am sure that this is another way of describing insanity, but they were really nice guys). Our vantage point was also where Evil Knievel did his Snake River Jump/attempt in his rocket powered Sky Cycle.

At Last The Twin Falls

We really had to move on, so we now drove to Twin Falls, the waterfalls, which is now a park and an HEP station, however the falls are not quite what they were as one of the falls has been dammed to help with the power production. We then travelled a few miles to the Shoshone Falls, now these were spectacular, they say they are twice the height of Niagara Falls (the American side I expect, which is smaller than the Canadian bit). Here we had our lunch being most impressed with the lovely sight of this waterfall, reinforcing our respect for the power and size of the Snake River.

We were now running out of energy so decided not to make a further detour to Balancing Rock SP (another time perhaps) and instead used the Interstate 84 to drive directly to our campground in the almost equally sleepy (as Shoshone) town of Hegarman, where we stopped in the local and very pretty Hegarman RV Village.

Craters Of The Moon National Park

Sunday, 29th June
We are now running against the tide of our time available here. Having planned to visit Craters Of The Moon Nat.Monument (COTM), we have had to shorten it to a one night stay in the campground, hoping to get there early enough to ensure a campsite and leave us enough time to see this wonderful park. Then, Oh Dear! Our neighbours at Snake River RV told us about Shoshone Falls, near Twin falls, so now we have to squeeze that in, which involves a 30 mile detour and allowing time to visit the falls and see where Evil Knievel jumped the Snake River. OK, we can do that tomorrow. Then as we drive towards the COTM we remember that we have to pass EBR-1, Experimental Breeder Reactor Number 1, the worlds first nuclear power plant, which started producing electricity (albeit for research) in 1951. It was quite interesting, but really it was about seeing where it was done first. Interestingly we have driven about 30 miles down out of the mountains to Idaho Falls, where there is lots of agriculture (potatoes) along the Snake River, but to get to the COTM we drive away from the river and straight into desert for 80 miles. The point about the nuclear facility is that if something happened the land is so desolate that they thought no one would notice if a nuclear explosion happened there.
 
After the nuclear power plant museum we found time to stop in Arco at The Pickle Place, which was a very 70’s diner, for a cuppa and share a cinnamon roll before we arrived at COTM by about 12.00, to find that there was indeed space for us to camp, though it was filling fast while we were setting up and having lunch. This campground is right in amongst the lava flows, similar to the Valley Of Fires SP we stayed at in New Mexico in 2011. Very strange environment, but interesting. We then spent the afternoon driving round the lava field trail, visiting all the different forms of lava and looking at the variety of life that can survive in this bleak environment. We even ended up in the middle of a Spatter Cone, a “small”, hollow cone, created when molten rock is spat out of a hole in the ground, building a wall of rock around itself. As usual, quite fascinating.

Idaho Falls

Saturday
We left the Grand Tetons on Friday, having really enjoyed the wonderful scenery, the mountains, rivers, lakes and plants were all wonderful.
Our plan was to drive to Idaho Falls, which is the name of the city, as well as the waterfall, and then on to Craters of the Moon SP. The most direct route out of the park is over the Grand Tetons Pass, but many other RV owners said that this was not a good road to use as there were parts that had a 10% incline, but we drove it anyway. the road is a good road, but steep, one section was so steep the van would only pull at 20 m.p.h. but we made it. The downhill seemed even steeper, but 1st gear and the brakes sorted that out. we stopped in Victor for a cuppa at the Victor Emporium, very interesting shop, but did not have hot tea!, so we left them some tea bags to sell to others. The mountain pass road eventually rejoined the main road at Swan Valley and we now followed the Snake River, I think we will see quite a bit of this river in the future. We drove past it's source as we entered the Grand Tetons NP, the river runs right through Jackson Hole (most of the park) and now we were following it to Idaho Falls. We also saw our first Idaho Potatoes!!!!
We arrived at Idaho Falls and pulled into the Snake River RV Park, OK but sites very close together. Although on the bank of the Snake River we could not access the river from the campground.
Today was 'Return to Civilization Day' as we have not been near a large town since Helena, 2 and a half weeks ago. We celebrated with a pancake breakfast at 'Smitty's' and a day in Walmart and the local mall and then shared a steak at Sizzlers. On the way back to the trailer we took a walk across and round Idaho Falls, which are quite impressive. Though only about 20 feet high they are about 400 yards long, crossing the river at an angle.
 Combined with this in the background is a Mormon Temple as well as a small island which they have made into Japanese garden, which is very pretty.

Signal Mountain

Thursday, 26th June
We decided to stay for an extra day so that we could use the launderette, so we also did little site seeing, except we had to wait until after 4.00p.m. so that we could eventually drive up Signal Mountain. Though quite small in terms of the mountains around the view was spectacular, enabling us to see all of Jacksons Hole (the name for the huge valley which forms a large part of the GTNP). While standing at the top I noticed a deer running through the trees which surround the hill top, followed about 10 secs later by a black bear. It seemed to amble across the clearing, but covered the clearing in about 10 seconds. It then turned round and went back again, as though it had set out to catch the deer but when it was obvious it couldn’t it pretended that it was doing something else much more interesting. I was so busy watching this that I didn’t get a picture of it. Still I have the memory. We drove back down the mountain and had a pleasant meal at our favourite GTNP eating place – Signal Mountain Lodge, with its fabulous view of the lake and mountains.

Moose and The Mormon Row

Wednesday Looking for a gentle day today we drove south past Jenny Lake and stopped at the Thompson Visitor Center near Moose (a place, rather than the animal) where we watched an interesting film about how The Grand Tentons is about living on the Edge, only to realise that we had seen the same film in Colter Bay VC on Monday Durr!!! Still it was a good film. We had lunch looking at some nice flowers then visited Mormon Row, where a bunch of Mormon Settlers lived for a while, until the drop in food prices and increase in living prices forced them out, leaving the abandoned houses there as a memorial to their passing. We met a very nice family from Michigan while we were there and talked for a while, it was fun. While having our lunch I spied a white swallowtail butterfly which was enjoying feeding from the profusion of Indian Paintbrush flowers.

Viewing the High Spots in the Grand Tetons

Tuesday We packed a lunch and set out reasonably early to visit the high spot of the Grand Tetons. Except of course the High Spot here is over 13,000 feet and takes two days to climb, but we could look at it anyway. We drove South round the Eastern edge of Jackson Lake to Signal Mountain, only to find that it was closed to clear wood (the hill is completely covered in trees, so I don’t know why they bother, but there you are). So we stopped in for a nice cuppa at the Signal Mountain Lodge, with its lovely views of the lake and the Tetons, which one can see in a long line on the far side of the lake. This also included a v. nice blueberry muffin which we shared. We drove on to see the small lake to the south. String Lake, Leigh Lake and Jenny Lake. The view of String Lake was just like a National Geographic photo with the mountains, trees, lake and tourists playing in canoes in the sunshine or splashing around in the swimming hole. It was very picturesque. At Jenny Lake Visitors Center we took our packed lunch and strolled across the little wooden brdge to the Exum Climbing Center, a very famous climbing school, where they go from to climb the Grand Teton, which you can’t actually see as it is behind a smaller, but closer mountain. We returned to the trailer fairly early so after dinner we went for a gentle stroll down to the lakeside. Only to see some wonderful squalls way out on the other side of the lake, which as we walked round the shore seemed to be sweeping up the lake, at least that is what we thought, until we were struck by a solid wall of wind, accompanied by horizontal rain. We stood behind trees, rather than under them, to get out of the rain. The severe weather only lasted for about 5 minutes, but it was quite scary and shows how quickly the weather can change in mountain areas. The way home was lit up by a very strong rainbow which looked very pretty.

The Grand Tetons Are Calling

Monday

We planned to get up as early as possible today and travel the relatively short distance to the Grand Tetons to the south, only to sleep in until 8.00! Still we quickly packed up and had breakfasted and were on the road by 9.15, pretty good for us. The drive south was delightful – there was thick mist on the lake, which we left behind once we passed Grant Village. The we dropped down along the Snake River, to Jackson Lake and had our breath taken away by the breathtaking beauty of the Tetons on the other side of the lake. So spectacular.

We drove into Colter Bay Campground at 11.05, hoping we were early enough for a walk in site with electric hook up. Fortunately  there was one ADA site available with electricity (not water or sewer), which we gratefully accepted for a planned three night stay here.  We had time before lunch to have a look in at the visitor centre, oh dear, there seems to be a lot to do here, some rangers had some solar telescopes set up on the centres veranda, so we were able to see for the first time in real life, some sunspots and a solar prominence, quite fascinating. We also saw an Indian Artist in residence from Pine Ridge in South Dakota. While talking to him I realised, and he confirmed it, that the Indians did not get the vote until 1969! Unbelievable, I shall have to investigate more. We went back for lunch and then slept for the afternoon.

Grand Prismatic Spring and Old Faithful Revisited

Sunday

Our last full day.

 We really pushed ourselves by going to the Grand Prismatic Spring, which we had missed due to bad weather when we were at Old Faithful. We set off with a packed lunch and arrived at Old Faithful just in time to find a seat and watch the geyser do its thing, I suppose that’s why it’ called Old Faithful. The weather was now warm and sunny, but there were some big clouds away in the distance. We ate our lunch and traveled on to the Midway Geyser Basin, where the Grand Prismatic Spring is. This spring is absolutely amazing, the colours produced by those little thermopiles is quite spectacular. We stood for some time taking in the scene, even though at ground level one cannot see the whole lake, oh for a helicopter. I managed to get some nice pics, probably too many, but it was very enjoyable just snapping away. We were now in a race with the weather as a huge storm cloud was approaching against the wind, so we knew it was bad news and we were quite exposed, still we saw all we wanted and returned to the car, just as the first spots of rain fell.

We continued round the southern loop road through Norris, leaving the rain behind,  and stopped at Canyon Village for just one more Prime Rib meal at the Cafeteria, where we had enjoyed talking with the staff there, who are all student summer employees from many parts of the USA and abroad. We had met young people from North and South Carolina, Delaware, Oregon, Georgia, Wisconsin, Michigan and Colorado as well as a girl from Poland. They were very interesting to talk with.

The evening was sunny as we drove down the Hayden Valley, where on looking down at a roadside lake we saw something swimming in the water, we stopped and watched – it was an otter. Lovely to see it swimming in and around the reeds at the waters edge. We also saw many bison and elk along the roadway.  We took a short ride past the campground to Pelican Creek, where I had taken some evening pictures a couple of nights back, now however the water was absolutely flat and I took some more pretty pics, a lovely one of a grebe. We returned to the trailer tired out, to find that the big storm we had seen and missed had spread snow and ice rain through other parts of the Yellowstone National Park, so we were pleased to have missed that. 

The Northern Loop - Part 2: The Blacktail Plateau Trail Safari

We drove back to the trailer from Mammoth Hot Springs, the countryside on this road is very pretty, with views back to the Hot Springs and some more waterfalls to gawp at. All the time of course one is looking out for BEARS!, although Sally has been saying all week (we have been here for a week) that she wants to see MOOSE! (I have kept explaining that moose are becoming rarer as the YNP stock of ancient forest is depleted due to fires and they are now moving further north out of the park.)

One option on the road to Roosevelt Lodge is to take the Blacktail Plateau Trail, a six mile one way unpaved track. So we did. It is a very quiet but rough road that takes you high up above the main road through alpine meadows with wonderful views,. We hardly saw another car and were able to travel dawdle along, looking at everything. I said that it’s like taking a walking hike in the wilds, but accessible for Sally. Sally said that this must be ideal bear country (more in hope that fact), to which I enthusiastically agreed (crossing fingers). Anyway we had a lovely drive across this countryside seeing some beautiful flowers, willing the bears to appear. Knowing that every corner we turned they were all coming out onto the trail behind us singing and dancing just like a Disney cartoon.

Then there was one! A BEAR, this was a black, Black BEAR. It was on the road in front of us. I got out of the Chevy to get closer, but when it moved in my direction I decided that the Chevy was a nicer place to be. We watched it for some time, I managed to get some pictures of it before it wandered off up the hillside. This was our closest encounter with BEAR, they are lovely creatures (from inside the Chevy), to think that they are there at all seems amazing.

We continued on, Sally said that was lovely, amazing, wonderful, being that it was a black, Black BEAR, and not just a cinnamon black bear, but she really wanted to see a MOOSE!. Lo and behold as we continued, we turned a bend and there ……….. on a big boulder….. sat in the sun……….. was a ….. big……. Marmot! So I took a very nice picture of it before it ran away.

We continued on. Only about half a mile left of the trail. Up ahead a couple of cars had stopped, people were watching. Bison? Elk? A BEAR? We stopped got out and there, only about 300 yards away at the edge of the trees  was a MOOSE. For an ungulate they are quite amazing creatures and big! This one was very dark brown with, long legs, a big head, but only a small (early in the season?) rack. We stood and watched for some time, one kind person had a spotting scope so we could see it close up, before it slipped quietly away into the trees.

We were most impressed and as we journeyed on back to our trailer we recounted all our encounters with the wild life in Yellowstone National Park. Both agreeing that the ride along the Blacktail Plateau Trail was a crowning triumph of nature viewing.

The Northern Loop to Mammoth Hot Springs Part 1

Saturday

After our rest day we opted to do the Northern Loop Road to visit Mammoth Hot Springs (MHS). We were fortunate in meeting very little traffic on the way, it being Saturday and all. Now that the sun was shining we revisited  the Le Hardy Rapids and found some Harlequin Ducks swimming in the fast flowing water.

We then sped up the Hayden Valley, cut along to Norris and up to MHS.

You enter this section of the Park via a very narrow gorge, where the road has been literally built on a cliff face – like a concrete  bridge supported at the side rather than below. This was originally built of wood in the 1930’s, before that the journey south took an extra half day to go round a longer way. The initial view as you drive down here is stunning, with the gorge walls on either side, a waterfall behind and Mammoth Hot Springs in front of you and sets the tone of expectation for things to come.

Ignoring all stops we drive straight into MHS to find a morning cuppa and the restroom. Of course being Saturday MHS is complete chaos. Because it is kept open all year round it is the administrative  HQ for the park, which is housed within MHS in Fort Yellowstone. The public bits appear quite limited. The general store is very small, and the most obvious eating place is the grill (think MacDonalds without Ronald), when we arrived there were only a dozen people waiting, when we left the line was out of the door. Once re-energized and relieved we returned up the road to the hot springs.

The central attractions of MHS are the hot springs and Fort Yellowstone (which we ignored as we did not have time to visit both).

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(If easily bored then please miss out the next two paragraphs)

The unique factor about these hot springs is that deep underground the superheated ground water passes through a thick layer of limestone as it is forced to the surface, so is rich in dissolved Calcium Carbonate. On welling out onto the surface it depressurizes and cools, forcing the Calcium Carbonate to come out of solution as a mineral called Travertine, which is essentially the same as the form of Calcium Carbonate which forms Stalagmites in caves. Except in caves the deposits are measured in millimetres per century, here in the open air with the high concentrations of mineral due to heat and pressure the deposits can be measured in millimetres per year.

As the water emerges , often with very small springs, the water forms puddles or pools, the Travertine deposits more rapidly at the edge, building a little wall round the pool, enabling the pool to be a little bit deeper before it overflows, this lets the wall build higher. The effect is a number of pools which form terraces as the water flows down the hillside. The water contains Thermopiles (bacterial and algae) which give the Travertine a range of colours. As the level of the pools builds up the water may find a different pathway, so some terraces are abandoned and new ones constructed. I assume that the Travertine has an H2O content to produce this mineral form (like calcite), so after a period of exposure (several years) the Travertine reverts to Calcium Carbonate, more like chalk. These chalk formations may be several hundred feet thick, with the dramatic, rapidly changing, multi-coloured, flat terraces with little walls round them.

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With lots of shiny surfaces and water the effect is amazing. We started at the Upper Terraces and using the handicapped accessible boardwalks wandered in amazement at the wonderful effects that such a simple recipe could produce. As usual pictures do not show this, they simply record  it, leaving the memory to fill in the wonder element.

By the Upper Terrace Boardwalk we had our lunch and then took the drive round the loop road past several other Travertine formations, which also passed through some very pretty flower meadows.

We then descended back towards MHS and explored the Lower Terraces. We then stopped back in to the Grill for an early meal before completing the Northern Loop Road.

Evening

I enjoy taking photos in the morning or evening, so as it seemed like it would be a good sunset I had a wander along the East Shore of Yellowstone Lake and a little way up the Haydon Valley. Unfortunately the sunset was not colourful, but I did see some elk, bison and a beaver as well as getting some nice pics of the mountains to the East and South of Yellowstone Lake.

Lake Village and Natural Bridge

Friday

Time for a quiet day. We took a little ride round to the Lake Lodge for a cuppa in the morning before a short walk up to Natural Bridge. The weather has now turned quite pleasant, but the mosquitos have turned ugly.

We're Going On A Bear Hunt

We're going on a bear hunt!
We're gonna catch a big one!
I'm not afraid!
Are you?
Not me!
Although it was not snowing the weather was overcast almost the whole day, so light was very poor, but today we set out from Fishing Bridge Northward to revisit the Grand canyon of Yellowstone and then to visit the Lamar Valley, to see more animals – especially BEARS!!
We visited the South Rim, where we could see the Upper Falls and Artists Point , to view the lower falls, to the South, and then we turned round to see the Grand Canyon as it continues North.  Then we returned to the North Rim to see the Lower Falls and the Canyon to the North, just about every aspect possible. Well, although the Grand Canyon is spectacular it is almost impossible to get photos that do justice to the scale, beauty and complexity of the landscape, very frustrating, especially to anyone looking at the blog hoping to share in the splendour of the sights we have seen.
After lunch we continued North from Canyon Village to Tower Falls for a cuppa and then turned off the main loop road to drive round Washburn Mountain and into the Lamar valley. Sure enough we came upon a bear at the side of the road – it was a cinnamon coloured Black bear (go figure), very nice and friendly looking, from the car. We travelled on and found a group of people who had spotted a bear and we then saw it a little distance from the road, but it was ambling along turning over stones and looking for food, showing no interest in us at all.
As we travelled on we saw a couple of pronghorns grazing, then another pair across the river. As we were thinking about turning back for home we came across a group of people looking towards the distant hillside. We stopped and they told us that there were a pair of grizzly bears up on the hillside. By using the maximum zoom and editing the pictures we were able to see the bears as two white (yes they are white grizzly bears) as a couple blobs, however the people there (from Virginia) were kind enough to let us see the bears through a spotting scope and there they were, almost as large as life.
On returning up the Lamar Valley we found another bear, some more bison and just south of Canyon Village an elk with a big rack!
We stopped at Canyon Village for another prime rib meal (we share one between the two of us) and had a good chat to some of the students working in the cafeteria there.
So all in all our bear hunt  ended quite successfully – three brown bears, two grizzly bears, four pronghorns, big racked elk and countless bison.

Old Faithful Postscript

If life is a tapestry then coming to Yellowstone has been the completion of one of the long strands that have run through my life. When I was a very young boy I was given a Children's Encyclopedia, which I would read with endless fascination. A section of that book described and explained some of the natural wonders of the world, one page of which was about Old Faithful Geyser. Many of those natural wonders I have seen, however Old Faithful Geyser has stuck particularly in my mind and, probably like most young people, it started a yearning in me, to want to see and understand our world, it was probably this that was the driving influence which resulted in my becoming a teacher. Well today I saw for real the page in my encyclopedia that so shaped my life. At this point I can only thank God that I have been able to see that fulfillment, not just because I am here, but also for the road that led me here. As I said at the beginning, a brightly coloured thread that started when I was a young boy, which has been woven in and out of the pattern and is still in the tapestry today.

Old Faithful Geyser

Into Yellowstone Park

Saturday
Saturday arrived, we packed up and set off from Rainbow Point to drive the relatively short distance to Old Faithful, which is the name for the geyser, the area and some of the accommodation, which can be confusing. Lots of people going into the park meant we had to wait in line to go past the Ranger Station. Once in we cruised along the road, stopping to get pics of a small herd of bison. We arrived at Old faithful to find that it was poorly signposted, big and very confusing, however we eventually found the Snow Lodge, which is a big wooden structure, and registered. We were able to park our trailer almost outside our cabin, which made transferring stuff and eating a lot easier.
In the evening Sally rested and I went for a run through the park, passing by a lot of geysers, though I was going so fast I didn't have time to look at them, but was able to pick out wheelchair friendly paths for us.
Sunday.
We decided that on Sunday we would stay close to Old faithful, take a picnic lunch, and just walk round the accessible bits. There is a path which enables a circular walk of about 3 miles, with side bits. This is on asphalt and raised wooden boardwalks. We set off and enjoyed seeing the many fantastic features that we had only seen pictures of. Being Sunday there were lots of people around.
Although a natural event many of the geysers have semi predictable eruption times, so we were able to time our walk to include a couple. We walked past Castle Geyser, which has a 14hr cycle and was not erupting and on to Grotto Geyser, which was erupting, although it was spectacular is was not a high geyser. While we were stopped there a coyote came wandering by, totally unconcerned by the presence of people. Our walk included many beautiful ponds and springs which, by the presence of bacteria, were a variety of colours, which combined by bubbling water and steam were a truly fantastic sight. The second part of our loop walk was on boardwalks and took us past some strange scenery. Highlight of this part was to see the Beehive Geyser erupt, as it spectacularly sends a column of water and steam almost 200ft in the air. Finally we returned to the Old Faithful geyser and sat with several thousand (yes) others to await a predicted eruption. The eruption occurred about 5 minutes after its predicted time, which was quite good really. We returned to our little cabin quite exhausted, but having had a wonderful time amongst this wonder of the natural world

Yellowstone National Park

Slightly out of chronological order, but helpful, a quick description of Yellowstone Park, as we have experienced it.  I am writing this while we are camped at Fishing Bridge, having already been to Old Faithful, unfortunately I have taken about 900 pics over the two days,  that we stayed at the Old Faithful Area, so sorting them into something reasonable has taken too long, which is why the blog is so far behind.
The trouble with going somewhere new is that it is difficult to work out the best way to explore it until you have explored it. Time and again we have got to a place only to find we have totally underestimated the time needed to see things and to work out what there is to see.  We have even left a place, only to find out that we have missed something crucial to that area, this can be quite frustrating, so I had tried very hard to ‘understand’ Yellowstone before we arrived, right back in March when we booked our hotel and campsite.
Yellowstone Park is big, its facts and figures demonstrate that, an area which is over 60 x 60 miles across. It is basically six separate parks right next to each other. They are joined by two loop roads, joined like a figure of eight, each over a hundred miles long. Branching out from them are five roads which take you to the edge, or out of, the park, perhaps another 150 miles of road.
The core of Yellowstone is a ‘supervolcano’, a caldera with walls forming a volcanic basin some forty miles across. Right in the middle of this is a giant lake, one of the largest  in the country.
Most of the geothermal features are on the west side of the Caldera, in the valley of the Firepot River, which runs round the inside edge of the caldera. Central to this is the Old Faithful area, which has the largest collection of geothermal features.
Further East the park becomes more ‘normal’, though spectacular, with combinations of water, trees, mountains, meadows, and animals that make this part of USA such a wonderful place.
So our plan is to spend three nights in a cabin at Snow Lodge at Old Faithful, because there are no campgrounds there to ‘do’ the geothermal bits and then to move East to Fishing Bridge, which is on Yellowstone Lake and explore the rest of the park for a further six nights. The on Monday we shall drive south out of Yellowstone park into the less well known, but just as wonderful, Grand Tetons National Park before we swing back West to finish up at Boise Idaho.
http://www.nps.gov/yell/planyourvisit/upload/YELLmap1.pdf

Following the Madison River to West Yellowstone

Thursday
Before moving on once more we watched the spectacle of railway workers (?) arriving on their little commuter vehicles, quite amusing really. They even bring a portajohn with them!
On leaving the campground we followed the Jefferson River for a while before turning south towards Yellowstone. As we traveled we again found ourselves surrounded by mountain ranges - Tobacco Root Mt to the right, Spanish Steps to the left. After a short climb we dropped down into the Madison river Valley, another fork of the Missouri, this wide valley looked very much like it had been shaped by glaciation. The road was again a good road and we passed through several small villages, finding very little traffic. When we arrived at Ennis we stopped and had a stroll up Main St before stopping at a diner for a drink and a slice of Lemon Meringue pie before moving on towards our destination tonight. Just before arriving we passed what is called a 'Geological Point', of which there are quite a few in Montana. We decided to stop at this one. Rather that the usual information board this was a complete visitor center! It was there to provide information about Quake Lake and how it was formed in 1959.
On August 17th 1959 a very powerful, 7.4 magnitude, earthquake struck very close by causing a lot of ground movement. The bed of a reservoir nearby actually tilted, with the northern shore dropping 19ft and the southern shore lifting, providing 1000 acres of new land. The main effect though was to produce a landslide at the entrance to a narrow valley, blocking the Madison River and causing it to flood. Unfortunately there were some 250 people camped in the valley, as it is very close to Yellowstone. As a result 28 people died. The blocking of the valley has now caused a new lake to be formed, called Quake Lake. This was a fascinating geological event which has happened in our lifetime.
We traveled on to our campground, which is a Forest Campground with hookup just outside of the Yellowstone Park called Rainbow Point. Unfortunately at this moment Sally felt quite ill and has spent all evening being sick, not sure if it is a bug or something she ate, but praying that she feels better by morning.

Road to Lewis And Clark Caverns SP

Wednesday
Time to press on southwards, to Helena, the capital of Montana. Quite eventful today, the first stop was for petrol, where on moving off I caught the trailer steps on a low wall and twisted them by about an inch, they still work, but don't fit properly and have deformed the metal skirt along that side. I think some work with a big hammer and a jack may help. We stopped in Helena to pick up post, then to Safeway's for food. This will be our last major supermarket before Yellowstone Park, so we needed to stock up. By this time it was lunchtime, so we parked in the grounds of the Capitol Building and had our picnic, quite pleasant. By now we were moving through big rocky hills and could once again see snow covered mountains in our path. We had planned to stop at the Lewis and Clarke Caverns State Park, We were fortunate enough to get the last site with an electric hookup. The campground is just by the Jefferson River, one of the three forks which comprise the Missouri Headwaters. The campground itself is quite open and desert like, but very pleasant with many cottonwood trees to provide shade.


We found out that we were just in time to see the Caverns this afternoon, so we turned up at the visitor center and were treated to a personal tour of the caverns, using the special route that was for handicapped. Like Disney we went in the Exit. We were very impressed with the limestone cavern there, all nicely lit up. The guide, a young lad called Derek, gave us a lot of information, so we had a fun time. When we emerged it was time to go and get some tea. After tea I went for a nice run - 5.4K in 46 mins, climbing 600ft in the process.

Holten Lake Campground at Wolf Creek

Tuesday
Sat and recharged the batteries.

South across the Montana Plains and a Missouri Crossing

Monday
I would associate the Missouri River with the Mid West, a river just above the Mississippi. But no, the Missouri rises in the mountains south of Glacier National Park. Today we crossed the Missouri.
Not only did we cross the Missouri we also crossed it where the famous Lewis and Clarke passed by (well I suppose they traveled most of the Missouri River, so I suppose we would cross it where they passed. We set out from East Glacier and traveled south, parallel to the mountains, amazingly the mountains did not end at the Glacier National Park, but continued southwards forming a solid wall of rock for over a hundred miles. It mus have been quite daunting for Lewis and Clarke to have traveled for over a thousand miles on flat land (well river) and then to see this mountain range fill the entire horizon from north to south. However they had a plan, follow the river to its source, then hop over the Continental Divide to travel down a river on the other side, this would be the Columbia River, the river we have more or less followed Eastwards.
The land we now drove through was mostly flat, gentle green hills, though as we approached Wolf Creek the hills began to become higher and higher. we stopped at a State Recreation Area, beside a lake formed by damming the Missouri. It was another lovely campground, where we overlooked the lake, no forest this time, just some nice cottonwood trees for shade.
We decided that we would stay here two nights and recharge the batteries.

East Glacier

Sunday
We packed up and left West Glacier so that we could have a look at the Eat side of the park. As the road through the park was still closed (we have heard that the snow is still more than 20 ft thick at the top, with one area 80ft deep) we could drive round to the south on US 2. This is a very pretty stretch of this road, which also took us across the Continental Divide.
We arrived at our pretty campground in East Glacier before lunch, even though we had stopped for a coffee at a wayside cafe on the way. Just to show you how late summer arrives here, the cafe had only opened for the season on the previous Friday - June 6th.
As we had the rest of the day we decided to make the drive up to Many Glaciers today, so tht we could move on tomorrow, giving us a day in hand for the next part of our trip to Yellowstone.
we had a wonderful drive up 49, past Two Medicine Lake and onto 83, through Johnson and then into Many Glaciers. The views were spectacular and we really enjoyed just sitting looking at the mountains, lakes and waterfalls in this pretty area.
On the way back we stopped at St Mary's, taking a very pleasant meal in the Snowgoose Grill.

The Road to Avalanche

Sally and I took a day trip up into GNP today. The weather looked set fair, though it was chilly in the shade (plenty of that with tress around). The road is still closed further up, but we were able to drive the first 14 miles to Avalanche. The road takes up along MacDonald lake, where we were able to stop and get some nice pics, particularly as the lake was fairly still and I was able to get some interesting reflective pics.
Then on to Avalanche Picnic area, where, surprisingly, we had our picnic lunch, then we walked the Cedar Trail, which is handicap accessible,it was lovely walk among the big Cedar and Hemlock trees, across a small tumbling stream rushing between a narrow gorge.

The road is closed to vehicles beyond the Avalanche Picnic/campground, but you can hike and mike all the way up to Logans Pass on the paved road, so we thought 'What the heck' and took a stroll up the road. The road runs alongside the MacDonald River, which is fast flowing and full of melt water, and enabled us to get up to Cannon Mountain and also see the Garden Wall up close. We found some snow near the road, with it's own little ice cave, with really cold air blowing out of it! Saw a couple of deer, but no bears. We actually walked 3 miles up and 3 miles back. I was knackered and Sally's chair had lost all its green lights, but we really enjoyed walking among these mountains.
On the way back we stopped at the Apgar Village for a well earned meal, Sally had trout and I had steak.
Sorry there are so many pics, but we did enjoy ourselves. No colour enhancement, the sky and water really were that shade of blue.

MacDonald Lake from Agpar Village

Thursday Not much to say about this, just wonderful views of mountains

Logan SP to Fish Creek MPS

Wednesday
We managed a good start from Logan SP, thankful that we were able to get an electric hookup and then clean out the tanks ready for our four night trip into Glacier National Park, without hook up.
We had a pleasant drive to Kalispell, where we loaded up with supplies and petrol before having a great meal at Bojangles Diner - a fifties style diner, great fun, good food at a reasonable price.
Now we could see the mountains of Glacier National Park (GNP) completely filling the skyline to the East.
We arrived and once again we had a pleasant site in the forest next to a beautiful lake, were able to set up easily before taking a short walk to the lake. Nice and quiet, looking forward to a couple of days relaxing and looking at the mountains of GNP.

National Route 2

We have been on Route 2 for most of the way since Leavenworth and will stay on it until we come out the other side of Glacier National Park. Though it is mostly a single lane highway it is an excellent road, mostly quiet and very dramatic in many places.

This is one of those great American Highways (not designated as one though), like Route 1 (all the way up the East Coast), Route 101 (all the way up the West Coast), and Route 66 (Chicago to Los Angles), This road crosses the country practically from coast to coast, hugging the Canadian Border and actually crossing into Canada in the East. It starts in Everett, just north of Seattle and finishes in  Boston and Halifax, Nova Scotia. Along the way it runs alongside many beautiful rivers and mountain ranges. The Skokomish River and the Wenatchee river take it across the Northern Cascades and  it then follows the Columbia River across the Washington Scablands, after briefly crossing the Spokane River in Spokane it follows the Pend Orriele River of Northern Idaho, then the Kutenai River through the Bitteroot Mountains into Western Montana. It is the most accessible crossing of the mountains of Glacier Park. On the plains of Montana it runs alongside the Milk River for 185 miles, before briefly following the Missouri River. Skirting the shores of Lake Superior and Lake Michigan. It strangely disappears at Lake Huron to become Route 23, and Route 20, which hug the shores of Lakes Huron and Erie. Which takes you to Buffalo and Niagara Falls, before it reappears at Albany, where it can be traced East to Boston, where it starts/finishes on Commonwealth Avenue, a distance of around 3300 miles across the USA.

It also re-appears further North, at the confluence of the New York, Vermont and Canadian borders in the North, where it then winds through northern New England before crossing into Canada at Houton, Maine, it then runs East to Nova Scotia where it meets the Atlantic Ocean at Halifax, a distance of 4071 miles. I am sure that it would make a fascinating road trip, however we will not be doing it at this time. Once we cross Glacier Park we head South for Helena and Yellowstone Park,

Libby and Montana

Tuesday

This morning we moved on Eastward and about 5 miles down the road we lost an hour of time as we passed into Montana and the Mountain Time Zone, Land of the Horse Whisperer,  bigger mountains, faster rivers, bigger lakes and lots of trees. We turned north from route 200 onto the Bull Creek road (Route 56) and drove through some awesome countryside. The 56 feeds us back into Route 2, which is now following the course of the Kootenai River, never heard of it? Neither had we until now, but it is bigger/faster/wider than any river in UK, with a number of dams which make a whole string of lakes along it.

The first town we came to on Route 2  in Montana was Libby. Libby was the Montana equivelant of Erin Brockovitch, but without Julia Roberts. The town had a massive legal fight with a mining company over their exploitation of the towns people in mining asbestos in the 70’s. Not just those working there but the whole town was affected by asbestos. It took more than 20 years to settle the case, in the meantime the company was forced to remove and replace all the contaminated topsoil in the town. We stopped there for a coffee and chatted to one of the locals, a dear sweet lady of about 70 who wanted to have a revolution and shoot every politician, in particular Obama , and sweep Sarah Palin to power at the next election.

We have now arrived at Logan State Park, another pretty ca­mpground, set in a forest, next to another beautiful lake.

So since Sunday we have really been motoring, three campgrounds in three days and towed our trailer more than three hundred miles.

Old style Drug Store and Idaho

Monday

We stopped on the border of Washington and Idaho at a place called Newton, lumber and railhead are it’s history. We happened on a drug store which had been owned by the same family for four generations, complete with the original ice cream parlor bar and stools, installed in 1915, so we had to have an ice cream Sundae,  a ‘grizzly’,  a two scooper. Mmm nice.

Across the river was Idaho, land of the potato (though we haven’t seen any growing), big mountains, fast rivers, big lakes and lots of trees. The northern part of the state is quite narrow, called the Pan handle. We followed the course of the Pend Oreille river for a while. Never heard of it? Neither had we, but 400 miles from the sea it is still bigger/faster/wider than any British river. It has been dammed in a number of places to provide a number of huge lakes as well as HEP. We stayed for another one nighter in Sam Owens Park, a Forestry Campground, now run by American Land and Liesure (?). It was very pretty, in a pine forest, on the side of the lake, got some good pics of an Osprey and some average ones of a heron.

Whirlwind strikes Spokane!

Monday

Leaving Spring Canyon we traveled across more Scabland. Fairly flat, straight roads general agriculture, nothing fancy. Stopped for coffee at a town I think is called Wilbur at a Cowboy Café, full of thirties artifacts, whether original or bought in we couldn’t work out. A small place, but full, where as I walked in the door I felt that everyone stopped what they were doing and turned and stared. If there had been a piano there it would have stopped I am sure. Still the staff were pleasant and we had a nice drink before moving on.

We pulled into Spokane, The Alderwood Resort, rated 9.5 by Good Sam, rated 0 by us. The sites were 8ft wide, our trailer is 10ft wide with the slide out, so it was very tight, we had to  alk through the next door site to get in our door. Still I did see some Waxwings,  which is a new bird to me. I didn’t get a really good shot of one as the damn things keep moving! 

This was a one night stop and we had lots of jobs to do. Sally had her hair done, I shopped at Safeways, filled up with petrol, Sally did the washing and she cut my hair I found the post office and picked up mail and we had time to eat out at the Golden Corral before leaving for our next one nighter. (that was the whirlwind bit).

The Grand Coulee Dam Plus

Thursday, Friday and Saturday
Spring Canyon is a National Reclamation Service campground, it has no hookups, but is a beautiful site, next to the Roosevelt Lake, from there you can see across the lake to the Grand Coulee Dam. Having driven across the Scablands (like our moorlands) we started to appreciate the scale of the Grand Coulee Project. The dam holds back water for Lake Roosevelt which is 151 miles long, that is like a lake that stetches from London to Sheffield! It is actually four times the size of the Hoover Dam across the Colorado near Las Vegas. It just reinforces to us how big the Columbia River Basin is.
We stayed on Spring Canyon Camground for three nights and really enjoyed just relaxing in the sunshine, even more when we were only paying $5 a night for the site. It was sunny and getting warmer by the day however there is plenty of pleasant shade and we stayed cool. We have seen lots of different birds here: Orioles, King Bird, California Quail and the inevitable Robin.
On Friday evening we took a ride to Steamboat SP, not really expecting much, but were once more staggered by the variety and scale of the scenery. Steamboat Rock is an island in another reservoir. This lake is only 25 miles long, but is bounded by a huge cliff face about 600 ft high and running the whole length of the lake. We only drove down about 5 miles of it, before turning back in time to watch the Laser Display which is projected onto the face of the Grand Coulee Dam, depicting the story of the dam and its surroundings.
 

Farewell The Cascades

Friday

On Wednesday we took a day trip up into the mountains from Leavenworth to the Wentachee Lake. The drive up the Route 20 gorge was very beautiful, but the lake itself was a trifle disappointing, if only because there is so little access to it as it is very built up. We may have been better to have driven to Stevens Pass for the day, but it seemed a bit far.

Yesterday we packed up and moved on, we followed the Columbia River North and East, within 10 miles of Leavenworth, as we dropped down out of the mountains, we were once again in desert, even though the road is right on the river bank. We took the 97 Alternate, which is on the West Bank. Lake Chelan was an unexpected find, a beautiful, almost Italian style lake in the middles of the desert. This natural glacial lake is 55 miles long and very pretty. We stopped for a coffee at a small, but expensive, bakery in Chelan. Lots of orchards and grapes here, supported by the Columbia River waters. 

We stopped at Chief Joseph Dam for a picnic lunch. Here we crossed the Columbia and the road to Coulee Dam cut across what they called wastelands , a rocky upland that had been stripped of its soil by glaciation. Very similar to our moorlands, but with sagebrush rather than heater. High, lots of bare volcanic rock, all the little delves filled with marshes and grasses. The view of the Grand Coulee Dam and the Roosevelt Lake as we came down from the high plain was quite exceptional. We stopped at Crown Point to admire the view. Here were amazed at the profusion of meadow flowers. We also met some very nice people from Auburn in California, which is where Sally bought her Mother Of The Bride Dress last year, as well as an equally nice couple from Boise, who immediately offered to make us welcome when we arrive there in July, which was very nice of them.

We then moved on to find our campground, it is a National Forest Service Campground, no hookup, so we were a bit nervous about what we would find. What we found was a beautiful site with a view of the lake, where we are surrounded by trees, from which there is a constant sound of birds. There are many orioles, though they are tricky to get good pics of. We plan to stay here for three nights, hoping to relax and enjoy the sunshine before we move on to Spokane and the Glacier National Park.

Break Out The Liederhosen!

Hands, knees, slap your thighs and get out your liederhosen, we are in Leavenworth, a Bavarian Look Alike Town, which was dying in the sixties and remodelled itself as a Bavarian Village. It really is as bad as it sounds - even the McDonald's and Starbucks are built to look like Rhinish Chalet/castles.
Having said that drive to it and the mountains around it are wonderful, as is the Wenatchee River that runs through the town. It was more interesting when described as 'That Barbarian Town' by a friend in Shelton.
Although Sally found a Bavarian Cold Stone Ice Cream Shop, which was very good, of course I was forced to follow on.

Enumclaw and The Tacoma Narrows Bridges

Sunday
Another town with a great name - Enumclaw, apparently a mainly a Danish settlement, this area is also big on logging. We are staying at the Expo Center, the campground is very pretty with large sites. It's Memorial Day Weekend and there are only three other RV's here! Fairgrounds are the best kept travel secret for RVers.
Today it has rained, so we have had a quiet day, done a shop at Safeway, bought some Copper River Salmon for tea - a bright red salmon, like the red salmon you get in John West's best red salmon tins. It was very tasty.

Good view of the Older bridge

Crossing the Tacoma Narrows bridge was a bit of a fulfillment for me, as stated on the last blog. Sally took some really good photos as we crossed over. What is not generally realised is that the other, older bridge built in 1950 actually uses the same bridge supports and footings as the original 'Galloping Gertie', but with a redesigned deck structure.

Driving across the bridge

View of the Tacoma Narrows

The next part of our journey

In the week since Anne and Roy left us we have managed 80 miles with the trailer, though we have seen some beautiful sights, done some washing and sorted the car. Now we are going to do some miles as we hop over the Seattle Metropolis. Today we will drive to Enumclaw, which is at the start of Route 410, gateway to Mount Rainier. It is about 120 miles. We will drive across the Hood Canal Bridge and down the length of Kitsap Peninsula, not quite an island it is about 60 miles by 20 miles and joined to the mainland by an isthmus about a mile wide. Notable as we will pass the Trident submarine base, where they keep both submarines and missiles. Then to exit the isthmus we cross the fabled Tacoma Narrows Bridge, which (un)fortunately is not the original 'Galloping Gertie' bridge that I loved to show kids in science lessons. 

The phenomenon was called aerolastic flutter, which doesn't sound very dangerous, till you look at the video above. Now replaced by two separate suspension bridges, for which a toll is charge only on the Easterly direction bridge - our way of course. Still it is one of those places that is on my 'bucket list'.
Here is some information on the new suspension bridge:

Sorry about the annoying music on these, but you can turn the sound down.
We stay at Enumclaw for two nights, then drive on round the north side of Mt Rainier to a small town in the North Cascades called Leavenworth, where we hope to see some more nice mountains. From there we will drive Route 2 to another man made iconic monument - The Grand Coulee Dam. This should put us in Eastern Washington, near Spokane by next weekend, though the locals call anything East of the Cascades Eastern Washington. That is the plan, lets see if it works
Incidentally I have update the Mount St Helens Blog to include footage of the eruption

Sight seeing on a Rainy Day

It was forecast - all the locals said it would - it is a Holdiay weekend. Today we awoke to the sound of rain on the roof. It  was miserable looking outside. we had planned to drive up into the Olympic National Park to a place called Hurricane Ridge, on a mountain 5200ft up,  to see what the park looked like. However lookingout of our window there were no mountains at all - thhe rain clouds and fog had completly obscured them. So it was in to Port Angeles and Walmart for Sally and Jiffy Lub for me and the Chevy. That done (oil change) it had stopped raining and was now just cloudy, still couldn't see the mountains, so we drove into Port Angeles for lunch. Now the other name for the coast here is Dungenesse, so where better to have a Dungenesse Crab than here. So we did! We sat in a waterfront restaurant looking at the Dungenesse bay, eating our Dungenesse Crab (species), except it came from Alaska, as they are out of season here! Go figure! Better still come back in June when they are in season - for the Indian Tribes to catch, or wait until October when the white man can fish for them,. Go figure that one too!

Dungenesse Crab (from Alaska) eaten overlooking Dunegenesse Bay

After lunch we returned to the trailer, still with cloudy skies and no mountains to see. However on loooking at the Hurricane Ridge Webcam it showed that the sun was shining there (it is 20 miles away). So daringly we packed an evening picnic and drove off into the mist. After 8 miles of fog, some of it near zero visibility, even in the road tunnels! and a windy road we suddenly came out of the fog, which of course was low cloud, into glorious sunshine. We then drove up to Hurricane Ridge and were rewarded by the most fabulous views of the Olympic Mountains, made all the better for knowing how miserable the weather was on the coast. we spent a couple of hours there just admiring the scenery and the black tailed deer, watching the sun getting ready to set. This is the first time we have ever looked down on clouds from above (apart from an airplane), quite an interesting phenomenon. We decided to leave before it got dark as the road would be quite dangerous in the dark. We descended down the mountain, duly passing into the cloud and fog and returned to our trailer.
Another great day in the wilds of the U.S.A.
Note - Comet 209P/LINEAR, a tiny periodic comet discovered in 2004 by the Lincoln Near-Earth Asteroid Research project (LINEAR) should provide a meteor shower, called the Camelopardalid meteor shower tonight.

Port Townsend

There are many similarities between the North Coast of the Penissula and New England, the climate is similar and the houses people built show similarities. We took a day trip to Port Townsend, the local ferry link to the mainland and Friday Harbor.
The mains street runs along the seafront, very inspiringly called Water St. We enjoyed wandering up and down this pleasant street with its big Victorian shops. we stopped at a replica soda fountain - The Nifty Fifty's, which had original decor brought in from a number of places as far away as Ohio. It was very pleasant as we sat outside the back in the sunshine, which has been a feature of the day, with a view of the sea.
We continued our wander and eventually ended up at the local park where we had our picnic lunch.
We then drove round the old part of the town gawping at the Victorian Wooden houses, eventually stopping at the Rothschild House, which is now a museum (no pics allowed inside) where the interior has been preserved from the 1880's, this was very interesting. Then the drive home, a very pleasant day

Sequim - Here we come

Dungeness Lighthouse

Wednesday
Oh yes, there is  place called Sequim!

Deer in the Park

Our time is up in Doeswallips, so what better than to move on to Sequim (pronounced Squim).

Glacier Peak - I think - 100 miles away on the mainland

Both out on the Olympic Peninsula. We got a good start and arrived at Sequirm by about 11.30, as it was only about 60 miles away. we are camped at Rainbow's End RV Park, it is quite pleasant, but tight, very tight. We are fortunate and have very nice triangular grass lawn about the size of a handkerchief. Did some shopping this afternoon and this evening took a drive through the town down to the beach - which is Dungeness Spit, a sand spit about 6 miles long out into the Strait of Juan De Fuca (no I don't know who he was, yet), the channel into the Puget Sound, which is 100 miles long and 10 miles wide at it's narrowest. It was very windy and quite chilly, but we could see mountains to the East, South and North of us. It is the most northerly point on the Peninsula.

Striped Peak - I think

I still have not learned that most places in America are much bigger than the look on the map. Puget Sound, from Olympia to the Canadian Border is 134 miles of water and is part of the waterway round Vancouver Island, which is in Canada, just across the water, 21 miles from Dungeness. Vancouver Island is 270 miles long.

Quiet day round Brinnon

Tuesday
Having had a down day on Monday and the weather being pleasantly warm, we used today to visit some local spots. Brinnon is a very small village on the east coast of the Olympic Peninsula. It is on Route 101, which clings to the coastline all way up the Pacific coast, from San Diego to the the Canadian border. Here it is doubling back south towards Olympia, the Capital of Washington, so when you are on 101 North, you are actually travelling South! The inlet that Brinnon is next to is called the Hood Canal, for some reason some the inlets on the Puget Sound are called canals. We had been told of Whitney Gardens, which is famous for its Rhododendron garden. It is literally a few hundred yards from the Dosewallips State Park, so we started there and spent a lovely couple of hours walking among some beautiful rhododendrons as well as azaleas and many ornamental trees. The photos of course do not do the flowers justice, still we try.

One of the people who worked there suggested we go a little way up the road into the hills, as there is a waterfall that is quite easy to  get to, so we drove off, there were no signpost, but we found the path to the waterfall, which was smooth enough for Sally to get her chair along. We found the waterfall and judged it to be magnificent. It was tucked away in the middle of a bit of temperate rainforest, very quiet. We clambered round the base of the waterfall and found a rock in the middles of the stream to eat our picnic. We had a lovely time there.

We had also been told to visit Mount Walker to get some good views of the area, so we now returned to the 101 and traveled north about 5 miles, where there is a forest road which climbs to the top of Mount walker, now the road was a four mile gravel road, though the mountain is only 2800 ft, when we got to the top the views were amazing. Though not very clear we could see Mt Rainier, which is 82 miles away, though we could only see the top half as the bottom half was hidden by haze. The mountain seemed to just float in the sky. We could also see Seattle across the water.

After our little sightseeing tour of Brinnon we were ready for tea, so stopped in at the Halfway House Restaurant for a very nice meal. In all a pleasant day.