Thank goodness for ferries. Whilst making the Kingston Edmonds crossing, we sit in the galley, sipping coffee (Lionheart) and tea, eating my famous vegan brownies, consulting the trusty Rand MacNally road atlas. I wouldn't leave home without it.
We stumble upon a sketchy itinerary: Hwy 20, North Cascades Hwy, Washington Pass, Okonagon, Methow valley, camping at a State Park somewhere, circle through Dry Falls and the arid glacial interior landscapes and back to the Puget Sound via Stevens Pass and Hwy 2. How one takes the gap across the mountains is important in these parts.
After successfully navigating the spaghetti of roads and highways which abound immediately across the water (never my favourite thing), and a short stretch on the northbound Interstate 5 we get our wheels onto HWY 20. Yes, driving in the USA is a process of running numbers. North-South routes are odd number. East West even. It is great to have a navigator to keep me somewhat on course.
We are not long on HWY 20 before a Golden Indian cupid directs us to the interior from atop a Burlington area restaurant. Judging by the tiled roof, I suspect the theme could be more south of the border and thus the anachronism of feathers and bow and arrow possibly excusable. Weather vanes proliferate in these parts: eagles, horses, sailboats and injuns.....whatever's your groove it seemsNext town, Sedro Wooley, besides having a strange name, offers up another version of the American Indian icon. An 8 foot high wooden carving of Big Chief Generic complete with war bonnet and peace pipe stares with empty eyes up into the sky. On the corner of a real estate company office nogal. Admittedly this is a change from the badly executed totem poles which proliferate off-rez in my region, but I do wonder somewhat idly how many true war bonnets ever made their way this far north and west.
Perhaps the agency is marketing land remotely. Or what's the connection?? Wasn't there some question about selling the sky in a historic Puget Sound speech?
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