|wild flowers, Okanogan national forest|
I was happily settled in Vancouver for a week, being a cook and bottle-washer to my eldest child and her family. when from nowhere, my other half turned up and whisked me away, across the border to Washington state.
No more washing or cooking. No more lazy Vancouver summer days.
No. For we must go to America;
'for a holiday'.
Off we set in our 'brand new, and spontaneously upgraded jeep' with its immediately broken heating system and not fixable except possibly by tampering with the electrical fuses in 'engineer mode', something we were not quite brave enough to do.
We headed south, with the temperature inside the vehicle permanently fixed at 24 degrees, or 'HOT', depending on the mood of the day, and whether it was snowing or sunny outside.
We were on our way to the Cascade Loop Scenic Highway, north-east of Seattle; for hiking and outdoor recreation.
I was excited, for I was to get the chance to visit a place called Concrete.
But first, there was Sedro-Woolley, where men make sculptures with chain saws.
And where you can get a dam fine cherry pie. reminiscent of my favourite TV series of all time (Twin Peaks).
Land of real ales in big fridges.
Next stop Concrete.
I was duly excited.
Where we tucked into the deluxe combo at the road side diner.
|inside Concrete's diner|
And onwards to Marblemount for dinner at the Buffalo Run, where mild hysteria set in, thanks to a delightful, but linguistically challenged, Ukranian waitress.
the conversation went a bit like this........
Ukrainian waitress to another customer
how would you like your steak?
well done please
we have only medium, medium rare or rare.......
you cannot have well done.
And to us....
please look at our specials board.....
me........ thank you; I would like the special salmon
we have no salmon
me............then the special trout please
we have no trout.
I had the non special 'fish of the day'
OH had buffalo steak.
'do you have the desert menu'?
we have apple pie, cherry pie, berry pie and north american fruit pie or fruit cobbler
'I would like the fruit pie'........
could you repeat please?
I repeat, and ask
'does it come with custard?'
where I am from?
and so it went on.
We retired to bed, switched off the lights
and recharged our batteries, before our big hike over the mountain pass the next day.
Except the road to the hike was closed, and it was raining, and there were bears......
So we were wet and tired before we got to the path over the pass that was shrouded in cloud.
But we did have a very long walk up a hill, and saw lots of lush vegetation and some snow.
And when we got back to town we resisted the milkshakes in favour of tea and beer,
A day or so later the sun came out and we climbed more hills.
We didn't need to take the short cut. The meadow and alpine flowers were just what we needed.
|the walking log|
We ended in Leavenworth; a little bit of Bavarian eccentricity in the united states of america.
Where all the houses are disguised as alpine chalets, and men wear lederhosen.
|normal attire in Leavenworth|
I declined the nutcracker museum.
The shops are full of things that other people must buy.
|Santa needs new lights|
|singing reindeer; many thousand dollars....|
and the national accordion festival just happened to be there while we were.
I wondered why I had wanted one so badly as a child.
I jumped in the lift.
And I am still waiting for the fire department.