| Go out and play! Do not start
the new year sitting in front of a box watching other people play. So
once more we embark on The Great Annual New Year's Day Road Trip. After
the usual heaping plate of hearty breakfast at Andy's, we headed out of
town. . . . |
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on a county road. |
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Another county, another road, we kept on...
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'til both the roads and the weather deteriorated. |
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We eventually dropped below the fog and found another road... |
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which took us past a cattle ranch and... |
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a dinosaur farm and on to ... |
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someone's old swimming hole. |
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There were lots of signs, but no signs of life at Billy Clapp Lake. |
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So we turned west to the Grand Coulee.... |
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to find we were again below the fog line at Lake Lenore... |
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where we found these galls in the lakeside rushes. |
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The galls were all empty, so we don't know what small critter made them. |
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The fog had dropped back down by the time we got to Dry falls. Not much of a view, but... |
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it was lunch time so we had a picnic. The benches were nice and soft. |
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| By the time we finished our lunch, the fog level had raised enough to let us see part of the 4 mile breadth of the world's largest waterfall. It's been a wet winter and the Sun Lakes appear to have become Sun Lake. We headed south toward Ephrata... | |
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and found this store was open. It seemed able to overcome the anti-shopping genes that come with a Y chromosome. We both found something we couldn't live without. |
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On the way south, we stopped at Frenchman's Coulee, site of the world's most despicable restrooms, but in sight of some nice scenery. |
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| It was tripods in the snow for some night shots of Wanapum Dam before heading home, just in time for hot casserole and cobbler. | |
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