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Friday, August 29, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Pictures from the wedding
Tables under Rob's tent.
Ana, Selena and Dad.
Wny we were there.
A wedding crasher.
The Ring Bear.
And the rings.
Aunt Kay and Cousins Mary, Ann and Kay.
It's too bad this is blurry, but Liz looks so happy, I had to post it anyway.
The Cool Cousins, or so they claim.
Liz shows Aunt Kay her September 11 weaving.
Monday, August 18, 2014
August 9, 2014
Those are mussel rafts visible on the water not far off the shore. That whole area of the sound is leased by a commercial shellfishing operation that farms oysters, mussels, geoducks and I don't know what else. We saw the rafts tended by small boats each day during the week of our stay.
In the background -- Cantys, Clancys, a Recktenwald, some Freys and Murphies, and glimpses of Misa, Olivia, Rob's mother Karen, and Luke, who got into Seattle on Saturday evening just in time to make it to the restaurant with Anna, Laura and Jason.
Ana, Alex, Trevor and Chris.
Aunt Kay Canty and cousins Caker Canty Deasy, Ann Clancy Lee and Kay Clancy. (That's three out of four variants on Catherine, by the way, and not the only ones who were present. This WAS a Frey family wedding.)
Cousins! So cute! And they both look just like their fathers did at their respective ages.
Day Two of the Epic cross-country Trip
Today is really Day Three, but I didn't do Day Two, so I'm catching up. Day Two started in Big Timer MT and ended in a very odd Best Western in Minneapolis. 900 miles in 12.25 hours. Mostly Montana and North Dakota. Then Minnesota. I'll do today tomorrow.
On the way home
I'm out of time sequence now, but I'll catch up when I can after we get home. Here's sunrise on the Crazy Mountains, from the parking lot of a Super 8 early this morning in Big Timber, Montana:
And here, not all that visible, is the signature of William Clark of the Lewis and Clark expedition, dated 1806, on Pompey's Pillar, a rock formation visited by Lewis and Clark, and covered with Native American pictographs and the signatures of pioneers, along the Yellowstone River in southern Montana on our way from Big Timber to Glendive:
These are the North Dakota Badlands, in the Theodore Roosevelt National Park along I-94 in western North Dakota:
Sunday, August 17, 2014
A whole lot of blogging to do
As Dad points out, I am way behind. It isn't just because it's time-consuming, it's also because the internet connection at our eccentric semi-Asian-decor, seal-view house on Totten Inlet in Olympia was really really slooooooow and trying to get it to upload a bunch of photographs would have made me even crazier than I already am. Also, I haven't transferred the photos in my "real" camera to the computer yet, and there are a lot of them.
Howsomever. Here are some photos from August 8, the last day of our trip west, in which we drove from Moses Lake, Washington to Olympia. We took I90 west, traveling across the immense basin scoured through the center of the state by the repeated emptying of glacial Lake Missoula when its ice dams broke over and over again around 15,000 B.C. The Columbia River occupies a deep gorge remaining from that cascade of water, which began in Montana and flooded its way to the Pacific. Here's Dad overlooking the gorge and the river in Vantage, Washington, where I90 crosses the river just below the still-visible site of an old ferry crossing.
Just across the river is the Gingko Petrified Forest State Park, where we took a quick look at petrified wood from forests that grew millions of years ago.
Then we drove down to the point where I82 swings south toward Yakima, and stopped at a rest area to photograph distant smoke from forest fires in the mountains
and nearby scarring from a forest fire on the ridge just above the rest area
and a firebreak carved by a bulldozer to keep the fire from reaching the rest area and the highway.
We drove west from Yakima on Route 12 through stunningly beautiful mountains and forests in the Cascace Mountains. This is Rimrock Lake.
And this is Mount Rainier, seen from afar from an overlook on Route 12. We planned to go back for a closer look, but as it turned out the weather didn't cooperate, and this was as close as we got:
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Our Mt St Helen's volunteer
This is the guy who walked up to us and asked us if we had any questions at MSH. Then he entertained us for the next half hour.
And here is a guy who survived the MSH eruption in 1980:
Where'd We Go?
So. Mom left off blogging more than a week ago. Me: How come you left off blogging? She: Well, it was so time consuming. It took me a couple of hours to do a post. Me: Why don't you make simpler posts? She: Oh, no, I can't do that. So. Briefly, we went to Olympia, Washington. Our children and their spouses/whatevers joined us at a rental house on a Puget Sound inlet. We went to a wedding. We went other places, such as Seattle, and Mt St Helens. If we're lucky, Mom will make blog posts about these things as time permits. This morning, we left for home at 7:30 PST. We drove about 800 miles over 11 hours drive time. There was an additional hour of stoppage time (for all you soccer fans). We arrived at the Super 8 in Big Timber MT, at 8:30 pm MT. We averaged about 72 MPH and 18 MPG for the day. Montana is staggeringly beautiful.
Thursday, August 07, 2014
Montana to Idaho to Washington
We left Flathead Lake early and drove south on 93 through the Flathead Indian Reservation, bordered on the east by the high wall of the Mission Range of the Rocky Mountains, into the National Bison Range. There, three to four hundred bison live in a small mountain refuge that has been protected since the early 20th century. We spent two or three hours driving on the gravel loop road that climbs through grassland into mountain terrain where the bison live, along with pronghorn antelope, eagles, mule deer and (we're told, though we didn't see them) elk, mountain lions, bobcats and bears.
The visitors' center has this:
Scenes from the narrow, one-way mountain road:
A buffalo wallow: