Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Seattle


Normally, we return from the Olympic Peninsula via the Kingston ferry, but Sunday we decided that we should take advantage of the gorgeous afternoon and come back into Elliott Bay from Bainbridge Island. Which was a great choice. Enough to even make long-timers like us feel like tourists.

Hurricane Ridge



Sunday was a spectacular day, and not just because it began with Eggs Benedict and berry cobbler french toast.  I don't know when we were last up to Hurricane Ridge, but it had been a long time (more than a decade) and I can't recall ever being up here when it was so perfect. I guess this is why people always bring out of town guests up here. We stuck pretty close to the parking lot, since I'm still nursing a sore foot (and because we were still so stuffed from breakfast, I suppose).

Afterwards, we headed back down the hill and out to the west side of the Elwha River Delta - a delta that's growing by leaps and bounds now that the dams are both gone. I guess that will deserve a post over on the other blog.


Port Angeles


We weren't really sure what we were going to do this past weekend, but we were pretty sure we wanted to do something. We figured it out Saturday morning and headed off for the Peninsula around noon.  We spent Saturday night in Port Angeles, which was just enough time to have a great Thai dinner at Sabai and a great breakfast at the Chestnut Cottage.

We spent a little time at the waterfront before dinner on Saturday, then I came back down very early Sunday morning in time to catch the sun soon after it rose (not all that early this time of year).


Sunday, September 21, 2014

Coeur d'Alene


We stopped here going both ways - Saturday, the 6th, and Monday, the 15th.  The main motivation in both directions was coffee, although on the way out we ended up having the most amazing grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner (I can't recall if we ever got coffee). On the return trip, I picked up coffee at Calypsos (Java on Sherman has been our regular stop on previous trips but I wanted to try something new), before going down to the lake to check out the beach (the only beach of the trip, as far as I can remember).

We were home by dinner time.  Now I get to start planning the road trip back to Minnesota next June for graduation.



Pompey's Pillar


This is the first time we've driven this section of I-94 east of Billings (perhaps since I was a kid), despite the large number of trips we've done through this part of the world. Somehow, we've just wound up on other routes. So this was the first time we've visited Pompey's Pillar.
Pompey's Pillar is one of the many singular rock formations across the west that Lewis and Clark chose to scribble their names on - not that they were the first or the last to do so. In this case, Clark noted the aboriginal markings and then proceeded to sign his full name next to them (on July 25, 1806).  The Pillar is located along the Yellowstone River and is named after Sacajawea's son, who traveled with them.


The Pillar is significant in another way. According to Google Maps, it is 854 miles from our home in Seattle. And it is also 854 miles from Northfield MN.  So it precisely marks the halfway point between D's home and his school, at least if you follow the I-94 option.  A little more than 12 hours on each side -- if you drive like a madman.




North Dakota




For the second year in a row, we've had to drop D at Carleton on a Friday and be back in Seattle for work on Tuesday morning. For the second year in a row, we spent Friday night at the Marquette in Minneapolis, then hightailed it back in three days from there. Last year, we made it to Missoula on US 12, largely avoiding the Interstate. But this year, we took I-94/I-90 the whole way to Seattle.

We spent Saturday night in Dickinson. As we drove into town, M was texting with D about some issues with scheduling his GREs. Ironically, I took my GREs in Dickinson way back in 1982, while living in the apartment on Prairie Avenue. The apartment is still there (we drove past), although the Schlumberger shop has long since moved.

These pictures are from several different spots along I-94.  The Continental Divide sign is between Valley City and Jamestown in eastern ND and marks the divide between Hudson's Bay and the Mississippi.  The others are from a rest area near Glen Ullin, from the Geese in Flight sculpture marking the "Enchanted Highway," and the badlands in Teddy Roosevelt National Park.

You can tell this trip that I've been experimenting more with the panorama format on the iPhone.



Northfield



We're back again, for the fourth September in row, dropping D off for his senior year. (I guess we actually came through a year earlier, too). We just spent one night. Long enough to help him find his stuff from June and move it across campus into his new dorm room. We arrived late afternoon on Thursday and M and I headed out towards Minneapolis after lunch on Friday.

My sore foot and the gray weather sort of discouraged me from my normal early morning walk along the river, and so I have few good pictures this time around.

Northfield/Carleton
July 2010
September 2011
September 2012
September 2013


Sioux Falls



It's so easy to generalize the Great Plains or the Midwest into monolithic landscapes - horizontal, two-dimensional landscapes. And there is some validity to that, but what's neat to me is that this is exactly what makes their hills and their valleys and their forests and their waterfalls so interesting.

Geologically, it's also easy for me to forget that bedrock, sometimes very old bedrock, can be exposed in these areas - not just covered in a blanket of glacial silt or tilled corn fields.

Driving from Seattle to Boston on I-90, you might never stop to think that there really are falls in Sioux Falls (and you would certainly never see them), but that's why it is important to get off the highway now and then.

During the last ice age, the Big Sioux River got rerouted by the glaciers and then it eroded down to bedrock - in this case the incredibly resistant Sioux Quartzite - and the modern falls were formed. Just like along the fall line of the Atlantic Seaboard, waterfalls were navigation barriers and power sources, so cities were built.

The Sioux Quartzite is roughly two billion years old (half the age of the earth and long before any kind of life we would recognize). And two billion year-old ripples are still preserved on its eroded surface.


Badlands


Despite the bleak weather, we drove the loop through the Badlands. It's still a neat landscape, even if the colors and the relief are a bit muted by the gray backdrop and the lack of shadows. My first memory of a trip through here - when I was a kid - was of an electrical storm. And every time I come back, that's what I'm hoping for.

We didn't stop at Wall Drug. D enjoyed his first visit, when he was very young, but since then he's sort of resented the stop - something about touristy and stupid (Wall Drug 2011). So we had to forego the free ice water and the chance to perch our child on a the back of a dinosaur (or was it a jackalope?), but I could rest easy knowing that I had a "Wall Drug" bumper sticker above the map above my desk at home - right next to "Sea Lion Caves" and "This Car Climbed Mt. Washington."


Black Hills


The Black Hills were misnamed for this trip - they would better have been called the gray hills. The cold damp overtook us and stuck around for our drive into and through South Dakota.  The walls of Spearfish Canyon were barely visible and the colorful rocks not quite so colorful.

We stayed in the old Town Hall in Lead, which was cool.  We would have had a nice view of the old Homestake Pit (gold mine) across the street, but the clouds were too thick to see the other side.  We ate in the old round house and then went down to Deadwood so M and D could gamble (they play different games and different stakes - we will embarrass neither by saying more).

Folks were a bit nervous about the forecast of snow, having been completely buried by the early season blizzard last year. Fortunately, this time they only got a few inches, whereas last year they got several feet.


Little Big Horn



There's not a whole lot of anything but grassland (and Billings) between Red Lodge and Belle Fourche, but US 212 through southeast Montana was uncharted territory, at least by us, so we took the road less traveled.

There were no shortage of battles between Native Americans and 19th Century U.S. soldiers. Some are better memorialized than others. Some were real battles, some were small fights and skirmishes, and some were brutal and lopsided massacres. Some mystery still remains about the details, but the bottom line is that Custer lost this one.  But it also represented one of the last, brief victories for the tribes and despite their success here, is as much reminder of that ultimate loss as that of the US Cavalry.

I think I'm just intrigued by the geography of historical events and the notion of standing in the same landscape, in the same footsteps, as these earlier people.