Crops and Boulders, What?

Trip Start Jul 08, 2006
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Trip End Sep 03, 2006


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Flag of United States  , Washington
Saturday, July 8, 2006

First, we had to stop for gas. No getting caught on empty here. $3.43! For regular unleaded! Talk of Highway Robbery, only missing are the guns. I pay, and grump.

Lots of tourist cabins here, along the Methow River. Wouldn't you think all of those campers and trucks would be needing gas? Signs advise of hunting limits, deer kills, come this way to fish. Outdoors and the sporting crew, this is your spot, for sure.

And now a change. Turn east, there's the Columbia River, big and fat and wide, Pateros, lots of gas and groceries, but oh my gosh.

A thousand, million boxes stacked, warehouses, railroad tracks. We can't believe our eyes! We must come back, we say, at apple-shipping time. We imagine apple smells, mixed with diesel fumes, as apples are hauled in and packed and shipped. To Russia? Japan? Apples of the world! They grow right here, we never thought about it till we saw. Good grief!

Bridgeport now, and trailers rowed, sitting side by side, what is this? People gathered underneath a tree, a party going on, but all are male, with dark Latino looks. And walking down the sidewalk there, and crossing over, no women, children, I'm thinking what is this? Ah, pickers. Here to pick the crops. Hot work.

A scenery change again, the plain is flat and broad, gold with wheat, and boulders strewn about. (I'll later learn about the flood, a mighty flood that dug the channels out, and scaped the land around. The coulees, get it now?) Is that the sphinx ahead? Andrew, look!

Ah, power lines. Huge monster power lines. I think we must be getting close.

Grand Coulee Dam, ahead.
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