Showing posts with label Washington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Washington. Show all posts

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Manito Park

  
A while back I decided to see many of the local sights that I often neglect as they are always available.  Isn't it funny how it often takes a visitor to our area to point out the local sights that we have never seen or take time for?  So this summer I have been determined to see many of my favorite sights and also the sights that I keep putting off until another day.

This day I am making a tour of local parks.  So here are my finds for today.

A rose garden, full of beautiful specimens

today's favorite rose

A perennial garden 


A globe thistle













A Quail willing to pose if I just leave her babies alone














A fountain dedicated to a relative cousin - a woman before her time




























Japanese Gardens


Serene setting


Beautiful waterfall

Glazier Arboretum












     













Cacti garden
a moment to reflect
  












 
A trip to a duck pond








































The Formal Gardens
 
Auntie and I at Duncan Gardens


 Lunch at the Park Bench















The very best part is all of these wonderful sights and experiences are at one Park,  Manito Park in Spokane, Washington, a wonderful day for anyone. 

 

Friday, August 17, 2012

Escape to the Wallowa Mountains, Part 1

Life can is stressful and it is a time for a much needed escape.  Its not exactly like traveling when full timing since timetables dictate the agenda.  But it was a needed reprieve from the stresses of living with a child with challenging behaviors and getting a house ready for sale. 


The Wallowa Mountains in North Eastern Oregon are a mere 213 miles from Spokane where I have lived most of my life, yet a place that I have never been.  It is a place rich with Native American and pioneer history waiting to be explored.



 So my Auntie and I set out for a four day adventure.  The first half of our journey winds easily through the farmland of the Washington Palouse.  Is is a wonderful scenic drive through rolling hills ripe  for harvest.

Amber Waves of Grain






















The road down the grade into Lewiston, Idaho and beyond was my first trip pulling my little Lolita up and down (and around hairturns) on mountain grades.  My Ford Explorer and Lolita handled the journey superbly.

Up, Up, Up, Down Down Down,  with no shoulders or guard rails!

 This was repeated over and over again.  Sometimes I just plain scared myself!  I scared Auntie too!  We rolled along sometimes at 20 miles per hour.  So the 213 miles took us six hours.  MapQuest you really ought to check that out.  Once again you lead me a stray!

Joseph Canyon
As a firm believer in stopping at historical markers we did find some along the way.  Can you imagine leading a band of Native Peoples or a wagon train of pioneers through this rugged country?  It is thought that Chief Joseph was born in a cave during the winter below this spot.
  




  After the up, up, up, and down, down, down,  many times we see our first view of the Wallowa Mountains. It is mid August and snow and glaciers are still visible on the mountain peaks.


 



I have made it my mission to learn life lessons by doing them wrong first. Then, I am sure to remember the lesson from the 'mistake' when I finally get it right.  When heading out on this impulsive trek, I neglected to  check what might be going on in Joseph, Oregon.  Well that turned out to be a wonderful learning opportunity.  We were joined in Joseph, Oregon by 20,000 other visitors to the Annual Bronze Blues and Brews Concert.  Lesson Learned....

So of course, finding a place to park Lolita became a bit of a problem.  Finally we pulled in to a little motel/RV park ran by a character of a man.  Auntie and I met a couple who took us to find the owner who found us a spot and even parked Lolita.  We had a grand time laughing and drinking coffee.
 
     


   






Views of Wallowa Lake






Lots of tame dear.
Momma wasn't happy though with the stare down.









Stayed tuned for more Wallowa Mountains travels....... tomorrow. 
                                         zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz





Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Just Blowin in the Wind...

                                                                                                                                                                                       


On our return trip from Palouse Falls, we found ourselves headed down an unfamiliar roads in the farm and ranch lands of Southeastern Washington State, not far from the towns of Starbuck, Hay, and Dusty (Yes, they are real towns)




 Many of the small towns a mere memory of their former glory.

 
 And buildings but a wrinkle in time...


Each town exuding a history, a collective memory, and charm unique of itself.

 
                    We left each town with a feeling of sadness,
                                                 a nostalgic bidding to bygone times. 


 There is such beauty in the lush rolling hills of the Palouse.  A beauty that varies with the each crop, changing season, weather and even the time of day.



And there, just south of the Columbia River,
           I found a new crop being grown on the ridge tops of the rolling hills. 





 A crop of
        an
unorthodox
   planting.....









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                                                                             to satisfy
                                                                                                unending
                                                                                                                 demand.











 


       A peaceful
           mesmerizing
                  setting.....                                                                 to ponder the worlds wonders.
                                                                                     





How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
The answer, my friend is blowing in the wind,
    The answer is blowing in the wind.  
                                                                               Bob Dylan