We were happy to leave the screaming wretched "Kettle Falls" children (like Children of the Corn only scarier) who began yelling again at first light. We quickly (as possible given Bill continues to have to do most of the work) hitched up the trailer and took off. En route, I mapped out a route for us and we headed to North Cascades NP.
The scenery en route was nice and then we came upon the road leading into the Park. Wow. I say that a lot. Wow. What does that mean exactly? All I can tell you is that it's incredible. There you are driving along, and then all of a sudden, BAM! - jagged, snow crusted mountains pop up right in front of you like you teleported, or demolecularized as it were, to another region in an instant.
The road was a motorcyclists dream. Provided you were actually skilled enough to ride it. These particular monkeys were not. In fact, at least two of them owe Bill for saving their lives.
No, you shouldn't pull out to pass on a blind curve with oncoming traffic and expect that your pathetically low in horsepower potato motor is going to get you safely around in time. Idiots. Here's an idea - get some skills and get a real motorcycle - you know, one that can actually get out of its own way. If you're going to ride stupid, at least do us all a favor and potato, potato, potato off a cliff (I'm going to live FOOORREEEVVVVERRRR!!!!) when no one is around instead of, in your lame and pathetic attempt to gain attention, involving 5 other cars in the witness of your demise. Guess what...you really CAN'T ride faster than a Hemi can pull a travel trailer. How sad. BTW - Most of you won't get the Forever reference, but all you motorcyclists/STNers should be snerking right about now. :P
Deep breathe...ow...
We pulled over at Diablo Lake for an incredible view of the mountains and the dam. The water has this incredibly blue-green hue from the "glacial flour" running down the mountains. That's just the NPS' warm fuzzy description of rocks that have been ground to a fine powder and carried down the mountain streams and into the lakes. The powder is suspended in the water and when the light reflects off of it, it causes us to see it as a bluish green color. That's my layman's explanation, I'm sure a PhD Rocket Scientist (Dr. Bob) could more eloquently and accurately explain it. :P
After much ogling and picture taking, we left and headed to Newhalem campground to secure a site. We found a great, secluded, neighbor-less, screaming kid-free site and proceeded to set up camp.
We had dinner and just chilled at the campsite for the rest of the night. It was a great site for playing stick. :)
2 comments:
Yeah, I've made some pretty silly decisions before on my motorcycle but these guys were just stupid on a whole new level. If I hadn't moved over, things would have gotten really interesting for them. Good thing I'm a nice guy. :)
Kim, don't be afraid to tell us what you really think about cruisers. My backside keeps looking at those big fat cushy seats with deep longing.
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