WA-20, the road 300 yards from our current RV setup in Grandy Creek Thousand Trails, is part of a larger, 400 mile loop that runs through the northern end of the Cascade mountain range. The whole loop is called the North Cascades Scenic Highway and it runs through North Cascades National Park, Mount Baker – Snoqualmie National Forest, Ross Lake National Recreation Area, Lake Chelan National Recreation Area and the Okanagen – Wenatchee National Forest.

We did not drive the whole route today. We limited our drive to the section which starts at our campground near Concrete, WA, and extends up to Washington Pass which divides the coastal side from the flat side of the mountains. The elevation in Concrete is about 50 feet above sea level and the pass lies at about 5,500 feet.

The drive was beautiful from the outset. The road took us through the Skagit riverside communities of Concrete, Rockport, Marblemount and Newhalem before changing into a steady uphill pull. The road still follows the Skagit, skirting the Gorge powerhouse, Diablo Dam and Lake and Ross Dam and Lake until it diverts away from the river and heads up into a volcanic wonderland of waterfalls, jagged mountain peaks, crystal-clear streams, dense fir and cedar forests. Approaching the pass, trees are much scarcer and basalt and tremendous sedimentary ash deposits become the view.

Right at Washington Pass, we pulled into a parking area and took a stroll to the spectacular viewpoint. The ridges of almost-vertical mountain abruptly descending into forest-filled valleys surround the viewpoint. The downgrade into eastern Washington can be seen switchbacking around and down the valley. It is almost straight down to the much lower highway as it swings by beneath the viewpoint. You could almost spit on the vehicles below but they were so far away one would never know if the gob hit the windshield.

Our fuel economy, as shown on our truck’s info panel, certainly went up as we returned. The speed limit almost all the way back averaged around 40 mph and the grade was set up, at least for our vehicle, perfectly. I put it in Drive, turned on the towing feature and the truck’s speed stayed almost right on the limit for the 70 mile descent back to Concrete.

The North Cascades Scenic Highway is a superb drive. The scenery is fantastic, the road is good, abundant forest groves line the road almost all the way and the mountains near the pass are stunning. Glaciers, volcanoes, turquoise rivers and lakes, waterfalls, deep green flora – what more could one want?

We took a few pictures and they can be seen by clicking the link. https://photos.app.goo.gl/vd4Au2xPhZg8NwhW7

Today’s entry is quite unremarkable. We stayed close to our fifth wheel, catching up on reading and typing blog entries. Nothing interesting to report.

My favorite Thousand Trails campground is Grandy Creek in Concrete, WA, despite having been to almost every one of their facilities in the nation. Fortunately for me, today was a travel day and we left Blaine and took the hour and a half drive south to Concrete where we are scheduled to spend the next thirteen days. Other folks must enjoy this facility as well because to get a lengthy reservation here, we had to book our stay about a month or more ago.

The drive south on I-5 was pretty, uneventful and short. We got off the interstate west of Sedro Woolley and took a back road into town and then we picked up WA-20 for about a 15 mile drive up the magnificently beautiful Skagit River. Cleverly, we arrived right at the earliest time we could check in. Once inside, it looked like we were going to have to initially select a site without a sewer hookup but my sharp-eyed spouse noted that one of the campers in one of the prime locations was scheduled to leave today. Peggy walked over, tagged the site and we sat down to wait an hour until the former tenant dribbled around and checked out late. He had not gone 50 feet from his site when we pulled into it. Our site isn’t one of the very few with satellite TV reception but it has good WiFi and full hookups with 50 amp power. We don’t really require 50 amps (normally 30 is ample) but here we can run our ice machine, air conditioner, microwave, 110 volt refrigerator, stereo, TV and all our lighting simultaneously without popping the breaker. We were all set up by 1:00 PM. There is a great big pooch named Charlie next door. He is gorgeous.

This retirement stuff is okay. No schedule, no pesky kids, not much money but plenty to do can be a delightful fate. We have been able to do a lot of reading without interruption, unlimited exploring, have tried many dining options and had to do no productive work. Today I dumped the tanks and put away our water and sewer umbilicals. Peggy got carried away cleaning up unseen spots inside the trailer.

We didn’t want to travel with any more waste water in the tanks than necessary so we convinced ourselves to treat ourselves to dinner out and avoid having to do the dishes. We intended to go to Alaska Wild Fish in Blaine but we had some time to waste before dinner so we cruised into Birch Bay to scope out what we expected to be nothing but nice views. As soon as we arrived, we found that the downtown area was embroiled in a big celebration (of the Seahawks football team?) with chain saw carvers, tchotchke vendors and many pedestrians walking in the street because Birch Bay sidewalks are scarce. There may have been food trailers but we couldn’t see them from the main (only) drag. We passed both ways through the wandering crowds and decided to head for Blaine to eat. It was a wonderful drive along the coast from Birch Bay to Blaine with many gorgeous views out to sea from the road under the trees.

Unfortunately, when we finally made it to Blaine, Alaska Wild Fish’s kitchen trailer was not at the waterfront where we had eaten twice in the last 10 days. They had closed up and towed their trailer down to the hubbub in Birch Bay to feed the hordes ambling about in the streets. We were now challenged with finding an alternate trough to eat out of so we parked at the marina and got the smartass phone out to check out the options available. We ended up settling on a place called Bob’s Burgers and Brew which is located not far from where we started our excursion today.

Before leaving Birch Bay, Peggy had me stop at Edaleen’s Dairy Store where she purchased some of their butter and some half-and-half for cooking at home. We bought a load of corn-on-the-cob from Ken Thompson over by Everson a couple days ago and intend to make it into corn chowder in the next couple days so the half-and-half and butter will come in very handy.

After a fuel stop (diesel is quite cheap in WA compared to CA – maybe $1.10 per gallon less here) we drove the last few miles to Bob’s and pulled right in. Their burgers were pretty good but their clam chowder was great. They also had a wide tap beer selection so we had a couple of Irish Deaths which were dark and smooth and tasty. The joint ain’t cheap but the food is pretty good – almost worth the $46 it took us to get out of there. It was remarkably good when one considers Bob’s is a chain and we try to avoid chain restaurants because their food is normally substandard. Nominal is the descriptor that comes to mind.

Today we didn’t do anything. Having driven many miles in the last two days, we felt compelled to loaf around so we did.

Today we had another day of exploring, heading east up as far as we could go onto Mount Baker, a huge, dormant volcano east of our current lodging in Blaine. Mount Baker is the crowning jewel of Mount Baker National Park. The mountain is clearly visible, on clear days, from the entire northwest corner of Washington because it sticks up about 5,000 feet higher than the surrounding Cascade Range.

We left Birch Bay TT in Blaine and headed east on Birch Bay Lynden Road until we got to Lynden where we turned south, following the route we took a few days back getting to Ken Thompson’s house and vegetable stand. We took this route for a few reasons – to buy more of his fabulous sweet corn on the cob, to hobnob with Ken and to see Ken’s gorgeous German Shepherd, Kaiser. Kaiser greeted us at the driveway but, once he deemed us as okay, he went to find some toys to maul. We snagged another dozen ears of Ken’s succulent corn, chatted with Ken and played with Kaiser before continuing on to Deming. Once there, we turned east on WA-542 for the curvy, beautiful drive through Maple Falls and Glacier and up the long, serpentine drive on the northeastern flank of Mount Baker. Most of the drive offers magnificent views of Mt. Shuksan, a huge peak east of Mount Baker. The best view of Mt. Baker was to come later.

The geology of the area is quite varied but dominant features are huge beds of tightly compressed ash layers and extensive areas of columnar basalt laid down through many eruptions of the volcano. Huge crevasses in rock and snow have been cut by water erosion, leaving magical terrain. Glaciers have left huge, smooth domes and U-shaped ravines. There are many roadside small waterfalls, As we gained elevation, we noted the trees are more height-challenged with strange configurations, testaments to the brutal wintertime conditions. Eventually, we arrived at the visitor center on the mountain but Mount Baker was still not visible, blocked by massive ridges of basalt. There we found a few turquoise lakes in depressions in the convoluted terrain created by successive lava and molten rock flows, ash deposits and their subsequent erosion by glacial snowmelt flows. It must have been a bizarre hell during it’s creation.

A few miles above the visitor center, we finally arrived at the end of the road at over 5,000 feet and only then was the massive, glacier-covered cone of Mount Baker visible. And we were still more than 6,000 feet lower than the volcano’s summit. It dwarfs everything around it. It is gorgeous. The very top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and, despite Peggy producing a very nice lunch that we ate while lingering at the observation area, we did not get a glimpse of the very top of the giant today. Alpine flowers surrounded the parking lot at the end of the road and they were definitely open for business.

Around 4:30 or 5:00 PM, we headed back along the long, narrow downgrade back to Glacier, the foothills and eventually the lush agricultural flat lands crossed by the glacial sediment-carrying Nooksack River. The river water is gray and cloudy from eroding the huge layers of ash and rock from the mountain. It will probably stay that way for a while because there is a lot of mountain left.

We took a few pictures of the places we went today. To see ’em, click the link. https://photos.app.goo.gl/4sRGWgafxKG4XqZj6

We are currently camped a short distance from the Canadian border so today we emptied out the weapons from the car (particularly handguns), grabbed our passports and headed north into the land of “eh?” Peggy’s mom spent her youth in a section of Vancouver, B.C., so our intent was to see if we could find her childhood home. Just about two minutes after getting on I-5, we passed by the Peace Arch, which is more like a hollow cube and not very arch-like. The taillights started right about there and we were in 20-minute line to clear immigration into Canada. The border entry facility going into Canada is a fantastic structure with curved windows and many open gates.

Vancouver is a few miles north of the border and is a city built on a series of massive urban islands. The bridges between these islands, at least the bridges we crossed, are magnificent architectural masterpieces and very appealing. All of them were concrete and steel suspension structures, no two alike. Surprisingly, we ended up driving directly into New Westminster, the ‘hood where Peg’s mom grew up. Signage and roads were clearly marked, the roads were relatively uncrowded and folks there paid close attention to lane discipline. No phone-distracted clods in the fast lane and no speeders in the slow lane. The only thing that was challenging for me was rapidly converting metric overhead clearances into archaic standard heights.

Peg’s mom grew up in a neighborhood of architecturally stunning houses and we were able to find not only Peg’s mom’s house but quite a few of other members of the Vasey clan’s houses. Strangely, architectural styles of the apartment buildings we saw were extremely limited and the buildings look like they are transplanted Soviet block housing. Weird. Things are a bit different in Canada – New Westminster did not seem to have ghettos or slums where ugliness could reign. Perhaps the slums are in other neighborhoods. The population here was quite diverse – we spotted many Sikhs although mostly regular old pasty-white Caucasians. We also noted widely spread signs that indicated that panhandling is illegal so there were no roadside disabled diabetic crippled homeless alleged war veterans with little cardboard signs describing their imaginary woes in an attempt to get suckers to fork over their dollars, which are only worth 80 cents, American. As a matter of fact, we only saw one guy stretched out on a bench, sleeping, but he had a very nice backpack so perhaps he was merely a person taking an alfresco lunchtime siesta. After some aimless wandering to check out the ‘hood, we drove into an urban jewel called Queen’s Park, not far from Peg’s mom’s and other relatives’ former residences.

Queen’s Park is unlike any municipal park I have ever seen in the States. The grass was lush and neatly trimmed. There was a petting zoo for the kids. There are sculptures and flower gardens distributed throughout the facility. Game fields and ball courts were being extensively utilized by the locals. There are huge grass meadows with folks picnicing and socializing in the sun and under the well-developed shade trees.They have a water pad with a creek running from it with a big crowd of kids cooling off in the sun. The buildings were scrupulously maintained and painted. There was absolutely no graffiti. It was gorgeous and quite different than well-marked Balboa Park in San Diego or Golden Gate Park in San Fransicko.

After the visit to the park, we headed east on Canada 1 in an attempt to re-enter the U.S. somewhere other than the busy crossing at the Peace Arch back in Blaine. That was not a particularly good idea because when we got to the crossing at Sumas, WA, there was a long line of cars backed up onto the single-lane road running back to Abbotsford in Canada. Seventy minutes and 750 yards later, we finally pulled up to one of the three open lanes crossing through the border back into the U.S. I truly hate going out of the U.S. because the absolutely idiotic goons working for CBP are incapable of seeing that their awkward questioning and slow passport processing stalls traffic for hours, clogs all roads adjacent to the border and pisses everyone off. It is remarkable that, given a similar number of vehicles, the wait going into Canada is brief but the wait coming back into the U.S. is always a short distance, highly frustrating, long duration odyssey. The Department of Homeland Security has collected all the inept $10 an hour bozos that could be found and assigned them to borders. We are not any more secure than we were before the Bush Administration saddled us with this mega-boondoggle but we certainly are more inconvenienced. What could they have that is legal in Canada that is illegal in the U.S., other than poutine?

Got a few pictures from the land of Canucks. Click the link. https://photos.app.goo.gl/Zh9UfiB8sMtxQuNFA

We were slugs today. Peggy made some great chicken pot pie and I dumped the tanks. It was not thrilling.

The corn on the cob we bought from Ken over by Everson yesterday turned out to be extraordinary; sweet, bright yellow and tender, even raw right off the cob. We may have to go visit Ken and Kaiser again.

Today is our 40^th Wedding Anniversary. I am appalled that Peggy has not killed me yet. She has shown remarkable restraint because she certainly has had ample reason and opportunity.

We’re pretty old and have done this before, so we resorted to type and decided to take a spin in our mostly-dependable pickup. Deming was our destination. It is a small community partway up to the Cascades east of us. Our trip started at Birch Bay TT in Blaine and, after exiting the park, we turned toward the mountains. We crossed I-5 and kept going on Birch Bay Lynden Road which, naturally, runs from Birch Bay on the coast over to Lynden, not on the coast. Turning south in Lynden, we crossed the Nooksack River but then started zigzagging down rural roads until we got to almost-town of Everson. Near there, we spotted a produce stand on the right and pulled into a gravel driveway. There, comfortably seated in his garage door opening, was Ken Thompson and his gorgeous German Shepherd, Kaiser.

We chatted with Ken for some time while Kaiser was busy showing us how happy he was that we were there. His primary source of entertainment was doghandling a huge rubber boat bumper that was bigger than him. Despite having the size advantage, the bumper got its ass kicked. Once he had vanquished the bumper, he became interested in a large piece of rope dangling from a block running on a dog run line across the yard. Kaiser played so vigorously with this assembly that he had both pulled out the yard deadman and yanked the anchor out of the house in the past. Ken quickly fixed him up and Kaiser was again enjoying his trapeze work and bumper mauling.

Ken also had gorgeous produce for sale so we bought more than we can reasonably devour before it rots, but we’ll try anyway. We left Ken and Kaiser behind and continued south and east on skinny rural roads until we finally arrived in Deming, which is hardly there at all. We did spot some county paramedics huddled around a guy laying down in a pickup truck parked in front of a convenience store / gas station combo but by the time we did the ambulance chaser’s loop in the truck, the paramedics were on the way out of town and no prone bodies were seen.

Our wanderings were pretty random on the way to Deming so we followed the same strict, aimless policy on the way home, turning at right angles around massive property holdings. Eventually we ended up in Ferndale after crossing back over the Nooksack River. It is a cute little town even though the main intersection in Historic Downtown Ferndale is anchored by the famous Baker Septic Tank Pumping. There are some gorgeous wood residences here, anyway.

From Ferndale we continued our zigzagging but now north and west back toward our current digs at Birch Bay TT. It’s gorgeous country around here.

Click the link to see some of the pictures we snapped today. Kaiser’s in there. https://photos.app.goo.gl/6TcZo2BRvSiv4XkB8

Moving from place to place with our trailer is always the source of a bit of anxiety. We always try to be alert and thorough in our departure tasks in order to make sure all our stuff goes with us and has not been pulled in two. There is a drive portion that always puts up some challenges and frightening occurrances. Navigation errors with a lengthy RV can be extremely expensive, particularly if towing is involved. Once at our destination, we generally skulk about in our 51-foot piece of heavy equipment to, hopefully, find an RV space that has full hookups, good WiFi and good satellite reception. This last part is not always successful. Then we pull into our new spot and hook up some or all of the utilities.

Not that any of the stuff is strenuous or tedious, it’s just that small errors can result in big problems. There is a pressure regulator of mine in Advance, N.C., because I was not paying attention. There have been a couple of disgusting issues with dumping the waste tanks in the distant past, occurrances I believe will never be repeated through tight adherence to fundamentals, the primary one being don’t be stupid. Traveling down roads with no turnaround at the end might mean a miles-long back-up session, blocking traffic both ways. Equipment failures, like trailer tire blowouts, can be terrifying. Fueling is even an issue in some locales.

Today’s travel, however, was easier than any, to date, because the drive portion of the move was slightly less than four miles. The antifreeze in the radiator never got a chance to get to operating temperature. We traveled all the way from the Lighthouse Bay RV Park in Blaine all the way to the Thousand Trails Birch Bay RV Park, also in Blaine. We had to stop twice at stop signs but otherwise driving was completely uneventful. No angry adolescents in Japanese cars veered into our lane and there were no curves, hills or heated discussions. We may have lucked out this time – we set up in a spot with full hookups, good satellite reception and the WiFi access point is installed atop a pipe right next to our RV space. Sometimes things work out perfectly but that doesn’t mean I should not remain paranoid.

Right after we finished our setup, the rhubarb pie Peggy concocted yesterday amazingly disappeared. I know where it went but I ain’t spilling.

We took a couple pix from the Blaine waterfront. Click the link. https://photos.app.goo.gl/cE5CHKuaVcgHyqAu5