Above the clouds, |
View from halfway up Hurricane Ridge, across the Straits of Juan de Fuca. |
Mike at Hurricane Ridge. |
For the past 20-some years, every two years, my brothers, their wives, and I have met someplace for a few days. We usually have some of our offspring joining us, depending on where we meet. We have done Kansas City, Kent WA, Elephant Butte NM, Ireland.
This was our year to gather. Brother Dick and his wife Marge met us in Kent WA where brother Mike and his wife Kathy have lived for years. Our late oldest brother Larry's daughter, Dana, joined us this year, to our great surprise and enjoyment.
Left Kent heading north to Northern Cascades National Park. Our bad weather followed us. We had no more passed the sign indicating the beginning of the park than the rain started.Gloomy and dismal for probably 20 miles.
We noticed how little water was in the river which the road followed and wondered why, as there was still enough snow to generate snowmelt. Then we saw why: a big hydroelectric dam.
Must look like a tsunami when they open the gates. |
So it's a pretty drive if you don't have to avoid the bike event jerks who feel entitled to ride down the middle of the vehicle lane and REFUSE to move over. Darwin Award candidates, all of them.
Next post: CANADA!
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