OurTravels

We left West Glacier early Wednesday morning for a  few nights in Missoula visit with my Niece.   We were trying for a few days be Missoula is a busy place in the summer and they don’t have many campgrounds close by.   We ended up only being able find a single night in a run down Jellystone resort just north of town.

On the way south we drove by one of the prettiest lakes we had seen, and it was very long,  we seemed to be driving along it for over a half hour at a good clip.   It was called Flathead lake.   We only saw two boats on the whole thing,  one sailboat and later a very small boat that looked like a guy was fishing from it.   Otherwise it was a huge empty lake.

We arrived at Jellystone in the early afternoon and got settled.   We drove into Missoula to get groceries and made arrangements to get some dinner at the brewery our Niece works at.

Went in and ordered a flight and my favorite was the Scotch Ale.   We had a boxed dinner from a food truck and had some beers,  Kathy had a really good Root Beer,  all she needed was some Ice Cream and it would have been a red letter day!

We drove back and began to pack up the coach as I made a reservation for a night in Dillion Montana,  probably 150 miles south.   That was an uneventful drive, but the park was surprisingly nice.  It was literally in the middle of no where with a lot of very nice diesel pushers already parked there when we arrived, and quite a few more showed up before 5pm.   That park was completely full, including a very nice grassy area under some trees with about 5 tents.   It was called Countryside RV Park south of Dillon Mt.    It was the nicest park around,  nice and far from the freeway and railroad tracks that the other two parks were right next to, actually, one of the parks was right in between the tracks and the freeway.

We head for Arco Idaho in the morning.

Monday morning we got an early start for us,  by 8:30 we were already on the road heading for the Glacier National Park gate.   When we got to the gate, we realized we weren’t all that early based on the long lines to get thru the $35 entrance gate.   I sure do like that $10 lifetime park pass!!

Our first stop was a short way, about 10 miles up the Going To The Sun Road (GTTSR) to the Lake McDonald Lodge.   We parked and walked around the hotel and gawked at all the old red tourist buses (or Red Jammers as they are called) from the 1930’s that actually looked brand new to me.  Turns out around 2002 Ford Motor Corp had them all redone with new chassis and motors.  I am not sure if Ford bought the original bus maker called White Motor Company.   They looked magnificent!   And there are 33 of them running thru the park.   We were dodging them all day on the GTTSR.  They are no longer manual transmissions, but the “Jammer” name has stuck even without anyone jamming the gears all day long.   The open tops looked pretty awesome.

The lodge was pretty rustic inside, kind of a Swiss Chalet look and feel.   The big fireplace in the main room was pretty massive, would be a real treat to hover there after a cold afternoon some winter day.   We went out back, which overlooked Lake McDonald.  There was a dock and a tour boat that looked like it had been there a long time.   The lake was pretty large,  at least 10 miles long, probably longer.

After checking out the lodge and grounds, we headed further up the GTTSR.   It was slow going once the 45 mph signs got replaced with the 25 mph signs and the road got steeper and narrower with sheer drops on the right side.. Phew, not on my side as I was driving!   This road clings to the rock walls, it must have been a bear to build back then.  And it appears to be a bear to plow the snow off it each spring.  I read they start plowing in April and get it all done around the first week of July.

We stopped at a lot of viewpoints and there were plenty to go around.   Once we got to the summit, we stopped at the Logan Summit visitor center.  Absolutely no parking there, but there were lots of the Red Jammers.    I had read that after 9:30am the visitor center parking lot is full the rest of the day.  They weren’t kidding.   Luckily I really wanted to get further down the road to see the Jackson Glacier as it’s the only one visable without a day’s hike and our pup’s not allowed on the trails. 

We finally got there, and it is way off in the distance south of the road.   Not sure how much longer it will be there as it didn’t look as big as I expected.    The road got a bit better after the Jackson viewpoint and got back to the 45mph fairly quickly.

We started heading for a picnic area near the St Mary Lake.   After a couple of false starts, we finally found the area with tables and proceeded to have a delightful lunch, all the time watching for the bears the sign on the table described.   Not the Grizzlys that were roaming the park while we where here.

On Sunday we were going to drive into Kalispell to check it out.   We had noticed a sign on the way into West Glacier for Hungry Horse Dam.   I assumed it was going to be a small, probably earthen structure, but figured it may be a nice place to visit; so on the way down the mountain, we hung a left onto the road that leads there.

After driving a few miles, we came to a large lake with two picnic areas and assumed it was part of the water behind the dam.   It wasn’t, and we kept driving a few more miles when we came around a corner to see a huge concrete dam looking a lot like Hoover Dam.   It was a really big arch style dam like Hoover, but a couple hundred feet shorter in height, but much longer in length.   And the most interesting part,  you could still drive or walk across the top.   I haven’t seen that since 9/11 !    There were no tours of this dam, bummer.  But it is a hydroelectric generating station.

I started walking over the top of the dam and noticed it had a huge glory hole type spillway only 20 or so feet from the road at the northwest corner of the dam.   It looked really large, and there wasn’t any other spillway to divert water when too much was getting into the lake and the turbines can’t let enough out to lower the level.   Turns out its 64′ in diameter.     That’s probably big enough to keep the water from going over the top of the dam.

We also drove over the dam and down a road that got narrower as we moved further from the dam.   It’s a really big lake, but we only saw one lone boat on the water we were able to view.

We turned around at a small turnout and headed back over the dam and on to Kalispell.

We drove around Kalispell for a bit.  There were some beautiful tree-lined streets south of the highway.  They had a full canopy covering the whole street and sidewalks for many blocks.   We also noticed many other streets looked similar.   But there wasn’t much else to see in the town and we headed back to west glacier.

We found a campground the day before heading to Glacier outside the small town of West Glacier.    The campground was right on US 2, but we lucked out and got a site as far from the road as they had available.   Since we arrived on Friday afternoon, we decided to wait till Monday morning to hit the Going to the Sun Road in an attempt to miss the crowds.

Saturday we drove toward the small town of Whitefish, MT, parked the car near the train depot and checked it out while close by.   Just as we got around back, a freight train decided to pull out.   They sure have long trains out here,  had to be a few hundred tank cars being pulled out by BNSF locomotives front and rear, although it took about 15 minutes to find out there was one in the rear.    Checking the flammability placards, they were all loaded with alcohol.   It doesn’t specify what type, but probably not the drinking kind.   It appeared that no Amtrak trains were due today as the depot building was closed, so we headed over toward the main part of town.

Whitefish is a pretty nice place to walk around,  lots of covered sidewalks lining the streets,  even benches every little while to relax on while Kathy perused each shop along the way.   We passed by lots of small restaurants and bars where the food smells were making me hungry, so we started in the direction of the car and our picnic lunch.

There was a big log framed gazebo in the park across from the train station, and we ate our lunch there in the shade with a nice breeze.

Afterward we drove around the lake on the north end of town;  mainly it was surrounded by homes, but we did find a small beach area.

We drove back up to West Glacier late in the afternoon.

There is a tour of the dam every hour, so we left thinking we might be able to make it into the 10 tour.  We were a bit late for that so we had to wait for the 11am tour.  It was already pretty hot that morning when I took a walk out the dead end road that goes along Lake Roosevelt to snap a few pictures from that side of the dam while we waited.   I had heard some time back that they pump water up to a lake during low electric usage times (night time) and then let it flow back when they need more power generation during the day.

Our tour guide was leading her first tour ever,  so everyone’s questions went pretty much unanswered.   I know the government runs this tour, but it’s got to be the most inefficient thing I’ve ever seen.    They have you drive over to the other-side (east) of the dam from the main road to join the tour and go thru metal detectors, no purses, fanny packs, or backpacks.    Then you get on a small bus and drive right back the way you drove in, then all the way back to the top of the west side of the dam you passed quite a time back.   They park right next to the main road on the edge of the dam  and you walk into a building and into one of the largest elevators I’ve seen that wasn’t a huge loading dock type elevator with doors that opened vertically.   Supposedly you can fit 56 people in this one, although we were pretty tight with 28!   You go down about 80 feet to an observation deck over the main pump and pump generators.

The main pumps there are just to pump water up to the reservoirs that feed the agriculture canals.  Those are the green things in the foreground.   You might be able to make out the grey ones all the way back.  They are pump/generators.   They also pump the water up to the reservoirs, but when more power is needed, use that water from the reservoirs to generate electricity by letting gravity pull it back down thru the impeller and out into the river again.

After just a few minutes in that gallery we were back in the elevator and off to the buses again.  But then they drove across the top of the dam (it was the old road pre-9/11. )  They made you use the seat belts for that part of the ride.  Why, who knows?   They did drive a bit odd on top of it, not following in a line, but using both sides of the road.   No idea why, but it was strange.   At the other side, where they added powerhouse No. 3 back in the 60’s, the buses each made a U-turn and drove halfway back across, where they stopped and let us out, all the time explaining that in pre-9/11 you could just walk anywhere “inside” the dam for as long as you wanted.  Kids from the high school were getting lost inside the dam often, so they started teaching a class to tell them that at any staircase, just walk up and eventually you would get outside.  (Must have been some pretty stupid high schoolers to need that class.  A simple sign could have had the same effect.)

We walked around for a few minutes, over to the long drop side down to the water, and then to the side where the water was just a few feet below us,  snapped some pictures and got back on the bus for the long ride all the way back to the east side again.   Not sure why they didn’t just continue over the top of the dam.  We had made that U-turn less than 75′ from where our cars were parked.

Had the tour started at the visitor center,  just a few feet from the pump house, the tour would have taken  15 minutes and not required any buses or drivers.    Instead there were two bus drivers, two buses and two tour guides and about 50 minutes to do the tour.   I would not suggest taking it,  kind of boring and it took way too long for what you got to see.

We had read about the laser light show they put on every night at 10pm, so we made plans to be there.   They open all the gates at the top of the dam to let a lot of water come over the spillway.  It was very loud  once they started opening them.  The laser show is a history of the area and the building of the dam and what it does for the area.  It was done mainly for kids, but interesting to see the laser animated pictures projected on the water cascading down the face of the mile-long dam!

One thing we did learn on the tour was a little about the new pump house built between 1967 and 1975.   I hadn’t realized we were in a Dam Race with the Soviet Union,  they were going to build the largest dam in the world so we extended the Grand Coulee so it would be larger then theirs.    It also allowed them to put in much larger generators and pen-stocks than the original dam has.   They told us, that each of the six new pen-stocks can transport 2 or 4 Colorado Rivers amount of water in a comparison with the Hoover Dam and generates 3.5 times the amount of electricity.  6.8 Gigawatts vs Hoovers 2.0 Gigawatts.

I always thought of the Hoover Dam as being very large, but seeing the Grand Coulee made me realize the Hoover dam is pretty small in comparison.   The GC is just a few feet short of a mile long.

Here are some pics from the “Resort” we stayed at outside Electric City.   No ATT or Verizon signal out there,  and the WiFi was unusable.   $100 a night,  never again!

We left the Port Townsend area Sunday morning with a quick navigation around the the asphalt sealing team that was about to start the second half of the park road repairs.    We headed south toward Tacoma and Galloping Gertie.   Well, I guess it’s really the replacement for Galloping Gertie.   I noticed the Tacoma Narrows Bridge on the map and that reminded me of a video we watched as a kid.   It was on one of the routes we could take east, and that settled the path to take for me.

Today as we got close, I could see there are two spans now.  Each looks different.   I’m wondering if they reused the old towers for one of the spans?    Once over the bridge and onto I5 north, we hit a lot of traffic.  Sunday morning?   Geez.   Between Seattle and now Tacoma, I think they are attempting to wrest the “worst traffic” award away from LA.

We took a shortcut over to the I-90 that, based on all the red I-5 roadway on google maps, would save us a bunch of time sitting in bumper to bumper traffic.   We made it to Cle Elum fairly early in the afternoon and pulled into the park to check in.   We got a shady spot, which was good as the thermometer said it was 101 degrees there.   We parked in a pull-thru site, so there was no need to detach the car in this heat either which was very nice.    Luckily we were still up in the mountains not far from the Snoqualmie Pass, so not down in the desert which is eastern Washington.     We were off early the next morning before 10 and crossed the Columbia River again about an hour later down in what looked like desert all around.   After a bit we started heading north off I-90 toward Soap Lake.

That is one large lake out there.  Not sure how it doesn’t just evaporate away with all the heat we were experiencing.    After finally passing Soap Lake —  which took a long time — then there was another long, large lake and another after that.  We were to stay on Banks Lake, which looked to be another in that long line of large lakes in the middle of nowhere.

We filled up along that way at Shree’s Truck stop in George, Washington,  Nice Name!    Diesel fuel was a reasonable $3.32.  It looks like it may go down when we hit Montana.   The odd part about Shree’s was the cash price was only 1 cent less than the credit price.    Most places that have both prices have been 10  cents difference.   So the 1 cent doesn’t really make sense when my Costco Visa gives me a 4% rebate on fuel.

We didn’t get on the road till after 1 pm on Thursday afternoon.   It was turning out to be one of the warmest days since we left San Diego over a month ago.   We headed west on the 101.   Yes, it’s 101 west up here where it makes a big loop around the Olympic Peninsula and reconnects back to itself down near Olympia, WA.   We are still wondering how we missed the other 101 as we must have driven right past it on our way north on the 101.   Kathy was very curious what it would have been called there,  also 101 West?

Anyway,  we went searching for Salt Creek Park and Tongue Point that juts out into the Strait of Juan de Fuca.   Not long after leaving the park,  which is buried in the woods, we came around a sharp corner and a small deer was slowly walking across the road.   I had to slam on my brakes,  and the deer wasn’t fazed.  It just kept slowly walking till just before the guard rail where it bounded over it.   Unfortunately, it looked like a steep drop on the other side.   Kathy was upset at me for almost hitting it and causing it to jump into the abyss.  It didn’t even seem like it noticed us to me.

After about an hour’s drive, we found a small sign for the park campground.   I assumed we still needed to drive further along the road to find the point, so I kept driving.  Within a couple of minutes we were down at a large crescent-shaped beach with actual waves.   We were at least 30 miles from the ocean at that point, so seeing what looked like ocean waves was a surprise.   There was this nice looking campground on the other side of the road from the beach and we saw a few folks crossing the road to get to it.

We kept driving and the road kept getting closer and closer to the water until the road started to climb a cliff along it and then turned in toward the highway, all the time getting narrower.  It wasn’t wide to begin with and was just a lane wide when I decided to pull into a dirt road to check the map.   I noticed that we should have turned off at the park sign, so we turned around and headed back to it, passing the beautiful beach and wondering how cold that water was in the middle of July.

Turns out that the park was bought from the military after it was decommissioned due to not needing 16″ guns to guard the entrance to the Puget Sound anymore.    They removed the guns but left the bunkers.   They reminded me of the gun emplacements I saw in Normandy many years ago.    After driving thru both bunkers, we headed over to check out the campground in the park.  It was quite nice, but was raised up from the beach below at least 50 – 60 feet, and the edge of the campground was eroding away with just orange barrels and netting to keep you from falling down it.

While there, I programmed Hurricane Ridge into the GPS and we started out to find it while heading back toward our home base for the week here.    There was a lot of red on the map, and we figured out quickly what it was when we arrived at the beginning of the road that goes to the top:   road construction and lots of it, probably 10 miles of the 19 miles to the top.   That was a long, slow trip up the mountain, but worth the wait as at the top it felt like you should be singing Edelweiss in the Sound of Music.   The scenery was spectacular!   This could have been the place they filmed the mountaintop scene.  Huge meadows and stunning views in all directions from a short hike to the overlook at the top.

Lots of deer up there too.   Dusty would have been in heaven if we would just let him run free!   They didn’t appear to notice the visitors and would walk right past you as if you didn’t exist.   We snapped a lot of pictures up there!   It was just such a stunning vista with all the mountaintops ringing the area; and if you glanced north, the view of the strait and Vancouver Island in Canada was right there too.

To think I really wanted to go to the rain forest, but the drive there and back was over 6 hours.   Way too much time in a car.

We stayed up at the top so long that the road crew was all packed up on the way down, so we made it down in record time.    On the way home, we decided to find another Mexican restaurant and we found one in Sequim with a large patio and pretty good food for being so far from Mexico.

It was probably a 30-minute drive back home from Sequim.  When we got back, a neighbor came over while I was still gathering stuff from inside the car and said he needed to apologize to me.   I asked what for.  Turns out earlier in the morning I had asked why he had a small plastic step outside his coach where his automatic steps should be.   He mentioned they had stopped working recently.   I had asked if he had checked the magnetic sensors that are there right inside the door, and he said he had.    Turns out he hadn’t and it got him thinking.   Later he looked at them and they were not mounted back correctly after having someone install new carpet in his coach.    I can now see he has moved that plastic step aside and the steps are deployed!

On Saturday I got a text from Verizon that I had used $50 of International Roaming already.   I had to call them and it turns out while we were at Tongue Point my hotspot latched on to a Canadian cell tower.    I told them I wasn’t in Canada and asked them if they could turn off International Roaming.   They did and credited the $50 charges too.   Turns out its $2 per megabyte for international roaming data.  Ouch!