Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Over the Mountains to the Sea!



Monday, June 23, 2014

Greg checked the tires again in the morning. The pressure was low in the one with the replaced valve. We carry an air compressor with us, so he filled it up and off we went, out of cellphone range and up into the northern Cascades. What awesome peaks! As we climbed up on Highway 20, to Washington and Rainy Passes, we were stunned by the jagged peaks with snow still clinging to them, as the summer sun and temperatures worked to melt them bare. The photos I took through the windshield don't do them justice. Truly there is a jutting wildness to the mountains here, that is not present in the Cascades farther south.

Highway 20 is the northernmost crossing of the Cascades in the US and is closed half the year.



Curbside waterfall. Lots of them on this road.




The road we were traveling on is closed in the winter, so it carries fairly heavy traffic in the summer while people are able to access this area. The trailheads were parked full, and lots of people were setting off for day, and overnight hikes. The only way to get a true taste of this area and the Northern Cascades National Park, is to hike in. No hiking for us today. Our flat had put us a day behind, and we were anxious to get to “civilization”.

Perfect, U-shaped glacial valley

Avalanche chutes and waterfalls everywhere we looked


Ross Lake winds north into Canada
Looking up at Ross Lake Dam

We stopped for a break in the Northern Cascades National Park, on the west side of the high passes, to view Ross Lake and Diablo Lake. They are both formed by dams. Diablo Dam was built in 1929 with no road access in this rugged region. They are both owned by Seattle Light and power the city. We enjoyed the high viewpoint over Diablo Lake and the milky green color of the glacier rock-flour-tinted water. We got good closeup looks at the ravens who were sitting on the railings and loudly squawking for humans to feed them.



Vocal resident of North Cascades National Park

Posing with his bling - Two leg bands!

Yet another critic!

The sign promised we would see Pikas in these rocks.

Looking upstream along Diablo Lake
Diablo Lake with Thunder Bay on the left

Diablo Dam, looking from the wet side

Seattle Power must have been thrilled to find a significant local fault just above their over-300-foot high dam
From there we descended along the Skagit River Valley and the area where masses of bald eagles gather in the winter months to eat the spawning salmon. No eagles today. This side of the Cascades becomes suddenly moist. The deciduous trees become interspersed with the evergreens, and along the river we saw characteristics of the coastal rainforests. Soon we were in Burlington, found the I-5, and then the shore road along Puget Sound that would carry us to Larrabee State Park.


Camping options are few in Bellingham. It was a $40 plus tax, (high in Washington), private park, or a $20 a night dry camping spot at Larrabee. We chose the latter, and wound up a few sites from the railroad tracks. Trains through all day and night. We hiked to the beach after we took showers, (Yay!), and the beach wasn't much to see or experience, especially after all the amazing beaches we have experienced on the Oregon and Olympic coasts. Oh, well, we are here on business.

Looking north along the shore line below our Larrabee State Park camp.

Orcas Island in the San Juans across the water

The beach was rocky and weedy, nice sandstone outcrops

Kayaker with canine navigator

Due to urban pollution, warnings about shellfish and even wading!


Today we are sitting in the Mercedes dealer in Bellingham waiting for the oil and fuel filter change. We discovered a Trader Joe's nearby, so after the work on the rig, we'll head over there. Tonight we'll prepare to cross the border to Canada tomorrow. While we are in Canada we will not have use of our phones or MIFI, so we'll need to rely on public wireless spots. We'll post when we can. Tuesday, July 1, we'll get on the ferry at Port Hardy on the northern tip of Vancouver Island, and spend 18 hours traveling to Prince Rupert, BC. From there we will take the Cassiar Highway north to the Alaska Highway, and on up through the Yukon and into Alaska. Bye for now!

The reward for a long morning waiting for RV maintenance



Ales in the Washington sun, er, brightish clouds.

Grilled Pesto Salmon on Foccacia

Time to stock up on organic food while we can.






Trying to Cross Washington's Northern Cascades

Saturday and Sunday, June 21-22, 2014

Saturday morning's drive took us back over the bridge across the Columbia, with a grand view of the Grand Coulee Dam again! In town we crossed the border into the Colville Indian Reservation and traversed it northwest for a few hours, as we left the Columbia and headed back into the foothills and then the mountains, before descending to the Okanagon River valley at Omak. From there we drove west into the Cascades again.

Grand Coulee Dam with the spillway normally dry.

Looking down the Columbia in the Colville Indian Reservation

Orchard with netting to keep out birds

The east (Sunny) side of the Cascades
For lunch we stopped in the small town of Twisp, and ate at the highly rated Twisp River Pub. Sitting on the deck along the river, we enjoyed their microbrews, and Greg had, of course, fish and chips! Twisp is in the Methow Valley with its huge network of cross country ski trails, that become mountain biking trails in the summer. We were surrounded by bike jersey and spandex wearing mountain bikers. Greg got the urge to bike, so we drove back off the main highway, and up a winding gravel road in the national forest to the Buck Lake campground. It only had 10 sites. We managed to snag the next to last one amongst the ponderosa pines, and relaxed in the somewhat cooler temps. Since we were still on the eastern slopes of the Cascades, it was still quite warm and dry. The Methow Valley is at a lower elevation as well, so we opened up all the windows to stay cool.



They keep the muddy mountain bikers outside

OK, so the desert side of the Cascades may not be the best place to order fish & chips...
"Cowboy Cute" Winthrop town center


The Shelby car club must have been in town




Sunday morning Greg mapped out a route from Buck Lake down a trail and set off to see what he was getting himself in to. We didn't have two maps that matched each other, so he found out that the climbing was more than he wanted to tackle on his bike, so he turned around, came back up the trail, and set off to explore the forest service roads farther up from the campground. A few hours later he returned. It was a long slog up, and a ten minute ride back!

Meadow along the Buck Lake Singletrack trail

After a tough climb, this Forest Service road suddenly ended.

Looking back down the valley.
We packed up and set out around noon, while I researched where to spend the night before we headed back into the big city of Bellingham on the other side of the Cascades for our oil change. There were several lakes and campgrounds on the other side of the two high passes. Before we started over the twisty, narrow-shouldered road, with no cellphone coverage, we pulled over for lunch. We were in the large gravel parking lot for the cross country skiing trailhead. Just before we pulled out again, we heard a loud hissing sound outside my door. Jumping out, we saw the right front passenger go flat in 30 seconds. The valve split and all the air whooshed out!

What better place to have a flat than a 2-acre Highway Dept. maintenance yard? An hour earlier, we were 15 miles up a steep, one-lane, dirt Forest Service road with no cell signal!
I freaked out because, I knew that I lost cellphone service a few miles back. Greg discovered he had 1-2 bars. There is an advantage to splitting our phone service between AT&T and Verizon. He got a call in to Coachnet, the RV'ers version of AAA. Two and a half hours later, after several phone calls from their rep, who said she was having trouble finding someone in a 50 mile radius, she would need to expand to 100 miles, a mechanic showed up from nearby Twisp. He quickly decided to change out the valve instead of mounting the spare tire, so we would still have a spare to go over the mountains with. He was pretty impressed with where, and how the valve went out, and kept telling Greg he should play the lottery, it was his lucky day!


By that time it was 4:30, and we didn't want to climb up and over the high passes, so we drove a few miles to another forest service campground, Klipchuck, near Route 20, and we found a nice site in the tall ponderosa pines within earshot of a rushing stream. I do sleep better with “water features”. We were hot, sticky, and tired from standing around in the hot sun during our breakdown. Showers would have to wait until we got to the coast the next day. Before dinner we had a nice conversation with a couple who farms outside of Salem, Oregon near the Coastal Range. We were surprised to learn that a lot of farmers in the Willamette Valley grow grass seed. When we mentioned a niece in Eugene, and how much we liked it, they both scowled and complained about how much it had changed, and Portland as well. Not fans of Portlandia, I guess. We said no more, and the conversation shifted to Alaska. Someday I will write a commentary on the topic of conservative RV'ers, why there seem to be so many of them, why they assume we are conservative too, and why we, unlike them, do not carry a gun in our rig...

When those ponderosas drop pine cones on the RV, they are Loud!
Ahhh, back to the water feature, and a good night's sleep.

Dry Falls and the Grand Coulee Dam

Friday, June 20, 2014

After a uneasy night in the Coulee City Park campground, with the locals quickly driving through our campsite, a few feet from the RV, on their way to build a bonfire at 1 am, seriously, we were the only campers there, we took showers and left in the morning. It's the only time that we've had issues while legally camped in a paid campground. We feel safer boondocking. We took our detour to the Dry Falls. I'll let Greg tell you about this amazing place!


Greg's Commentary – Dry Falls is the cascade and channel remaining from the repeated and rapid draining of glacial Lake Missoula between 12,000 and 15,000 years ago. This lake, formed by glacial damming of the Clarks Fork River, is estimated to have been about half the volume of Lake Michigan. When the ice dam failed repeatedly as it was weakened and undermined by underflow and buoyancy from the 2,000-foot deep lake, the lake would drain in one or two days. The existing Columbia River channel could not handle this enormous flow, estimated to be more than ten times the combined flow of all fresh water rivers today, so most of the water flowed down the Grand Coulee. It is hard to visualize the magnitude of the water fall at Dry Falls, even standing on the edge looking down. Dry Falls is 3½ miles wide and 400 feet high – 5 times as wide and twice as high as Niagara Falls. Geologists estimate that the flood flowing at 65 MPH over the cataract was 600 feet deep, compared with 15 feet at Niagara, so the falls would only have looked like a modest depression in the water surface during peak flow.


Dry Falls - The ponds in the mid-view are remnants of the plunge pools

Looking at the east side of Dry Falls, beyond Umatilla Rock on the right

Looking down the lower Grand Coulee below Dry Falls





The flood water flowing off of the basalt surface of Waterville Mesa cascaded down the Lower Grand Coulee to the lower Channeled Scablands where the water could spread out and slow down. The 30 to 90 floods caused the water fall where the Lower Grand Coulee exited the mesa edge to retreat 23 miles to Dry Falls where they happened to be after the last flood.


We stood at the rim and looked across and down the sides and tried to visualize the huge volume of water that would have been churning past. We couldn't have stood where we were, as the noise, and spray would have been tremendous!. Looking at the arid surroundings made it even more difficult to think of water in such a parched place. The small lakes at the bottom provide a respite for migrating birds, but are a mere whisper of the past cataclysmic torrent. Why had we never heard of such a huge impressive feature? Being Eastcoasters is one excuse, but even Greg the geologist was unaware of Dry Falls.


After viewing the “Falls”, we had a decision to make. Having an oil change appointment back over the Cascades in Bellingham on Tuesday, we needed to prioritize our time. We were both interested in driving and hiking down on the valley floor below the Falls, but also wanted to see the Grand Coulee Dam, so we drove on. Hopefully we'll be back in the future to check it out more closely.


Driving north on the east shore of Bank's Lake, we were amazed to be below the ancient, high, basaltic cliffs of the Grand Coulee. They were echoed on the other side across the broad expanse of water. We were to learn later that this huge lake holds water pumped from the Grand Coulee Dam, and is used primarily for irrigation, and of course, recreation. This part of the Grand Coulee was originally a channel for the Columbia River, but it no longer flows through here. The dam at the southern end of the lake where we camped, controls this massive amount of water.

Heading up Banks Lake toward Grand Coulee


Basalt cliffs 900 feet high cut by the flood waters above Dry Falls

Lake Roosevelt



Entering the town of Grand Coulee, the road drops down to a parking lot that reveals the front of this massive dam. At night a laser show plays across the front of the spillway, and the best viewing is from this parking lot. We did a brief tour of the visitor center and found out that a bus tour would be leaving soon from the other side of the river. Crossing the bridge, with the dam a huge looming presence up the river, we arrived in time to go through the security check and on to the bus. All we could carry with us for the 50 minute tour were whatever legal things we had in our pockets, basically, keys, wallets, and a camera without the case. We had to go through the metal detector and empty our pocket items into a tray. We were also instructed not to take photos of security personnel or their booths.

Grand Coulee Dam with very unusual flow, 14-inches, over the entire 1100-foot spillway
Our group was made up of several British couples, a Swedish family, and a man from Austria! There were a few others from the states. Our tour guide said we were the first people from Maryland she had on her tours in the two years she had been working there. The bus took us back over the bridge and to one of the pumping stations. We took an elevator down to view the pumps.

Pumps to raise water into Banks Lake. Each pump will move more than one Billion gallons per day!
The Grand Coulee Dam was a “make work” project started by President Roosevelt during the Great Depression. Towns were created on both sides of the river, and the largest concrete structure in the world was created to hold back the Columbia River. (The Three Gorges Dam in China is now the largest.) Built two years after the Hoover Dam was started, only 71 men died building this one, since greater safety measures were used. OSHA didn't exist then, and men were happy to have jobs. It was worth the risks.
Beauty queens dumping water from all 48 states into the dam at the opening ceremony
Enormous concrete core sample
The dam was created primarily to irrigate the arid, volcanic rich soil of the eastern half of Washington state. Power generation was a secondary goal, but as war loomed during dam design, the dam was raised and more generators were added to supply more power for aluminum smelting early in WWII. Huge Lake Roosevelt backs up behind it all the way to the Canadian border. It was designed to stop short of the border, and provides a beautiful recreation area.

Looking from the top of the dam up Lake Roosevelt
After touring the pumping facility, our bus drove on to the top of the dam, the only way to cross it after 9/11. We got out and leaned over the edge to watch the huge volume of water flow over the top. As soon as we left, the spillway gates were closed off, and we found out that we were very fortunate to see that much spill over the dam. Truly an unusual sight.

Looking up at the dam from the downstream construction bridge

Looking down over the spillway

Looking west at the new powerhouse, completed in 1972.




We drove the shore of Lake Roosevelt and found a spot at a campground, Spring Canyon, a few miles from Grand Coulee. Up above the lake the breeze was brisk. The laser show at the dam wasn't until 10 pm, well beyond Greg's “expiration date”, so we decided not to drive back into town. The next day's drive would take us back to the Northern Cascades, over to the coast, and out of the hot, sunny weather.

Looking down stream from the dam