People really should stop asking "Where are you going?" and other questions of that type. I didn't decide where I was going until I was pulling out of the driveway of the relative I was visiting in Spokane.
Besides the channeled scablands from the ice dam break on the Clark Fork river, the unique feature of Washington is the windblown dirt hills of eastern Washington, the Palouse, one of North America's most productive growers of wheat.
There was still a lot of green wheat fields, but of course it was transitioning to yellow. I forgive it -- it is mid-July, after all.
I even managed to see the small sign where my favorite cycling road intersects the main highway. Nostalgia can be so sweet!
And speaking of nostalgia, I can no longer remember why the Little Valiant One decided to snooze on the dirt in the Palouse, after a mountain bike ride:
Looking at this land can be so rewarding in a way that useless tourist scenery will never be.
Much of the time I was only driving 50 mph. I just wanted to soak it up.
Besides the channeled scablands from the ice dam break on the Clark Fork river, the unique feature of Washington is the windblown dirt hills of eastern Washington, the Palouse, one of North America's most productive growers of wheat.
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| from photoCascadia.wordpress.com, taken by Chip Phillips. |
I even managed to see the small sign where my favorite cycling road intersects the main highway. Nostalgia can be so sweet!
And speaking of nostalgia, I can no longer remember why the Little Valiant One decided to snooze on the dirt in the Palouse, after a mountain bike ride:
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| from the vault... my first dog in harmony with nature, taking a Snooze on the Palouse. |
Much of the time I was only driving 50 mph. I just wanted to soak it up.
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I have noticed that the older I get the better I was. I this the same phenomenon?