Road trip - part four

In the early 1920's a geologist named J. Harlen Bretz of the University of Chicago proposed that the region in North Central Washington that was to become known as the "Channeled Scablands had actually been eroded by a gigantic flood originating out of Montana 10's of thousands of years ago during the last Great Ice Age.

He was laughed at and ridiculed. For almost 50 years - until images from satellites clearly showed what he had been talking about - he was in his 90's when he received a telegraph saying that his theories had "finally" been accepted.


The lava flows from 25 - 12 million years ago created these layered rocks - creating a solid sea of basalt rock, over 10,000 feet thick in some areas - flowed in some areas over 100 miles long. In places the earth settled, tilting the thick layers, cracking them apart.










During the time of the last ice age, glaciers moved southward from British Columbia into the area now known as Pend Oreille and eastward into Montana. In the process creating ice dams - damming the Columbia, Spokane and Clark Fork River to name a few. These all caused floods but none so great as the Glacial Lake Missoula that formed when the ice plugged the Clark Fork Valley - filling an area about 3,000 miles with about 500 cubic MILES of water (about half the volume of present day Lake Michigan, with a depth of about 2000 feet. The lake that built up behind this ice dam eventually began to overflow, cutting into the ice and the dam was breached sending water through the hills and valleys at over 45 miles & 9-16 cubic miles per hour, roughly equivalent to 10 times the combined flow of ALL the rivers in the world. At first it was thought there was only one or two great floods - in the 1980's a scientist from the US Geological Survey found that there had been about 89 of these great floods.

These floods created channels in the breaks in the lava flows and carried huge boulders out into what is now farmland in Eastern Washington. (some of these boulders, like the ones in our front yard were left there as glacial moraine material. Maybe I should have been a geologist - this stuff is all so interesting to me.
















One area in particular is called "Dry Falls" - 3.5 miles of cliffs dropping almost 400 feet - if it was flowing with water today, it would dwarf Niagara Falls. It is now a state park with an area at the bottom of the cliffs called Sun Lakes.





Part of the info I have given you is from a little booklet called "The Channeled Scablands of Eastern Washington - The Geologic Story of the Spokane Flood" by Paul Weiss and William Newman. (the pictures are all mine though)

They say that the roar or the waters that came from the Missoula floods would have been heard hours before the water arrived. There is little evidence that men inhabited this area until about 10,000 years ago, so they would have missed the great floods.





This is the interpretative center at Dry Falls - I never get tired of looking through the displays and trying to imagine how it must have looked when the floods came.

This building was build in the 1960's and somehow got put on the national register of historic buildings -- They really need to replace it because it is not ADA friendly and is too small - but they aren't allowed to because of the historic registry.

Road trip - part three

We awoke with a golden light coming through these windows - "What time is it?" asked The Shepherd,

I peered at the clock by my bedside - "7:10", I said.

Although unaccustomed to the freedom from barn duties that comes with vacation, he rolled over and went back to sleep! I was astonished.



Generally I bring my own pillows when we travel by car (or truck) - I like the comfort of my squishy pillow, what can I say? This time, I had the good sense to tuck my little down comforter into my suitcase. Glad I did, as I couldn't find any blankets for the bed. My sister swears they are in plastic bags in the closet but I decided to leave well enough alone - gave The Shepherd the fuzzy green twin size blanket and I had my comforter. It was on the "cool" side at night, so I was glad I had it.

These are the "cliffs" behind our house - unlike the areas that were scoured by the great floods, these giant chunks of rock were scooped out of the Moses Coulee by the glaciers and deposited randomly throughout the country side when the ice flows receded.








Checking out the route - just to be sure.

Honey - there aren't that many roads up here - I don't think we're going to get lost.

Windy, it was windy! - part two

Really windy - sounds like a jet plane windy.


















But not too windy for the deer - they are everywhere up there - these two were just calmly munching on some new wheat - they were making quick work of the crab apples in the yard a the ranch too.

On our visit home - part one

Mansfield, WA is the little town where I went to school when I was growing up. Our family's farm was about 7 or 8 miles west of town. For most of 12 years I rode the big yellow school bus with the other two dozen or so kids who lived out west of town.

We got groceries at the Mansfield Mercantile and hardware at the Mansfield Hardware Store. Sometimes, if it was open, we went to dinner at the Mansfield Cafe.

Funny - even after I was of "legal" age, I didn't feel like I belonged in the Town Tavern. According to my mom, it just wasn't a place where "nice girls" hung out.






The Fusion learns to be a "farm car" covered with dust from one end to the other!








The area Mansfield was settled in the late 1800-early 1900's - in 1907 my grandparents homesteaded the property that my sisters and I inherited from my parents. In 1909, the Great Northern Railroad finished their spur to the area bought a quarter section of land and set up streets and blocks - with sort of an "if you build it, they will come"attitude, the original town, which was a mile to the northeast picked up and moved to the new little city.

A couple of buildings on Main Street have burned in the past thirty years, but one vacant lot now has a new office - A Medical Clinic! Very cool - and necessary as the closest doctors office or hospital is 30-35 miles in any direction.

A group from the community has remodeled the old Post Office and turned it into a museum. I wish I had thought to ask our friend Doug if we could get in to see it - maybe next time. If you biggafy this picture (just click on it) you will see the big domed building at the foot of Main St. - that is the "new" school that was built in the mid 80's.

Like many small towns in Eastern Washington, grain elevators dominate the horizon.

"Last year, there were a total of thirty three farmers that delivered there crops to the Mansfield elevators. Annually, the elevators bring in nearly 1.7 million bushels of grain, the third largest intake in North Central Washington. The main grain harvested in the area, soft white wheat, is shipped around the world for production of pastries and noodles." (from the Mansfield website)

When he was alive, my father worked passionately for the marketing of our area's wheat, even making a trip to Japan and the Philippines as a member of the Washington Wheat Commission to drum up business for our wheat. I'd like to think that the ground work that he worked so hard for continues to benefit the farmers in our area.

Of course, every town has the rock or wall or some kind of landmark that the high school seniors traditionally paint with "their number" on one of the last nights of school. Ours is out east of town - a rock the size of a two story building - someplace on that rock is a little "70" painted by my class members - I was there, but it was darn dark so I don't remember where we put it....




And, we went to visit family - they mostly all reside in the cemetery now. I have always loved the headstone that marks the grave of my great grandfather.

Sorry mom and dad - It didn't occur to me to bring a trowel to cut away the dead grass around your stone - maybe next time.

Looking Back Sunday

Okay, so it's Saturday - It's Sunday someplace in the world tho, so I'm doing this a day early.

Last year at this time found us in one of our favorite Vacation spots - Ocean Shores, WA. I picked a couple of my favorite pictures from our weekend.

I love watching birds - seagulls, crows, whatever - they all have fun traits - I think seagulls look like they are meditating - I think this one was looking for a French Fry...







Gotta have a good crochet project for on the road - this blanket turned out to be incredibly easy - I think I need to get another one started - just to have in case I need a baby gift.








This was just the best salad - crab and shrimp AND salmon - yum.

Tomorrow I'll tell you about this year's vacation. Tonight we're going to see Ricky Skaggs!

Road Trip in the Fusion

Are there images that you have so fixed in your mind that you could describe them to anyone at a moment's notice?

This is one of those images for me - "home" - or as I've talked about it before "The Ranch" - where I grew up - the only other place that I have lived besides Bellingham - and that was for the first 18 years of my life.

Out of this writing will come a few more - a few book reports - stories of sisters - and stories of memories - but I have to do my church newsletter first, so I hope you'll stop back in a week or so to see what I have to say.

This picture of The Shepherd and The Blueberry Farmer (my B-I-L) was taken about two years ago on the front porch of the house where my dad was born. There are actually two houses hiding behind all the trees and greenery in the picture above - this is the house on the left hand side of the picture. We have that little house fixed up with beds, full kitchen, etc. We just - after thirty or so years - have purchased an "apartment sized" refrigerator - an upgrade from the little dorm room sized one that we had in the kitchen that would only hold enough food for one or two people for one or two days (now we actually have a REAL freezer!) - Something that was so simple we don't know why we didn't do it years ago.

If you notice in the picture above, there are two REALLY big steps and not a very big area to stand while you are fixing to open the door. Plus the area in front of it was a cement pad that, over the years had broken and heaved up - a very dangerous place to walk -

This past summer my nephews, our farmer (& good friend) Doug and my B-I-L took a jackhammer and a tractor and took out all the old bad cement and we had new cement poured and the boys build these wonderful new steps (not quite finished - face boards on the top two steps and the hand rails still need to be put up - but, again, something that was so simple, we wonder why we didn't do it years ago.


Here is a side view - an area just waiting for some patio furniture, don't you think?












If you scroll back up to the very first picture you will see this tree on the very far right hand sided of the landscape. The tree is planted on a "scab patch" about 200 or so yards in front of the house I grew up in. Farmer Doug planted it in memory of my dad about 30 years ago -

But, when I was growing up, there was no tree there - just the truck sized rock that it hides.














My younger sister and I would spend hours climbing up and around this rock - it would be a sailing ship one day - a classroom the next.

Thinking about it now, it is funny that we spent so much time out on that rock - there were no wildflowers to pick and bring back to our mom - just the sound of the wind and the buzzing of the flies and bees to be heard - and our imaginations gone wild with what adventure that we'd face next up on our big rock.







The Shepherd is checking the map and getting ready for our Saturday trip to Dry Falls State Park - one of my favorite places in the world.












One road trip and you already need a bath! Poor little car.

Round and round she goes and where she stops...

A story that needs no words..........
























New fashioned wheels
































Old fashioned way to spin - true evidence of first civilizations - they had spindles - some only as simple as a well shaped rock and a really good stick. With the string they made they could make rope, thread to tie together animal skins for clothing or shelter.




































































This is going to make one pretty pair of socks.












Denise's new wheel is an antique she purchased this past week. Isn't it a beauty? With a few modifications she has planned, she will have a really nice wheel.

Guess what I'm going to do?

It's a beauty -

Last summer I told you about the Sheep to Shawl that we did at the Skagit Highland Games - Here is the finished project. It really is beautiful.

One of our members went in with John & I to donate a Shetland fleece that was to have been used for this project, (ie. Shetland fleece for a Scottish Highland game project) but the warp that they came up with clearly would not have looked good with the brown fleece that we donated.

The group made plans to use our fleece for the Sheep to Shawl that we did at the NW Washington Fair.







And here is the lovely Deb modeling the finished product from S-2-S from the fair.
















Wow - fall colors really look good on her, don't they? (click on this close up to biggafy it - it kind of takes your breath away) The reds, blues and golden look really great with Taylor's brown fleece.

We are selling raffle tickets to raise money for our guild treasury. I may have to buy a few more - but you know what they say about raffles - it only takes one ticket to win.

Spinning on the Sidewalk

Our spinner guild met today and instead of our regular place at Nancy's Farm, we met down town B'ham at NW Handspun Yarns where we set up our wheels (or whatever) on the sidewalk and became ambassadors for our craft.












We started at 10:00 but it was not too early for coffee.















There were probably about 15 or so people who showed up. Long time members like Linda who was hand blending three rovings for this thread that she will ply with a midnight blue - I hope she brings what ever she makes with it to the next meeting - I think it is going to be stunning.

And brand new spinners, like Camile who sat on my right - she had only been spinning for a few days. She gladly accepted advice that was handed her way.



Nancy was warping a loom for her Anniversary week weaving project.

It was absolutely beautiful today and she was smart enough to wear a hat - I was not - the back of my neck is burned to a crisp - yeow!







This picture says it all - A wonderful time was had by everyone who attended!

Soon it will be time to "Fall Back"

Labor Day might be over, but the frost isn't on the pumpkins yet - It is supposed to get into the high 70's this weekend!

Our spinner guild meets this Saturday - we are going to be "Spinning on the Sidewalk" down town in front of NW Handspun Yarns (my favorite LYS) - should be fun - We'll see how my Ashford traditional wheel fits into the trunk of the new car.

Speaking of which (new car, that is), I have to come up with a name for the Fusion - The Shepherd was the one who came up with the Jelly Bean for the Festiva. Hmmm - any ideas?








The Shepherd found these pretty Black Eyed Susans last weekend at an "end of season" sale at one of the local plant nurseries.







He'd been looking for some "color spots" to put on the driveway - I think they look quite nice.

By the way, did I tell you that I volunteered to be the newsletter editor for our Spinner Guild? I'm kind of torn between "What was I thinking" and "This could be fun".

My friend Kathy says it's a "self-inflicted" wound... But you know what "they" say - if you want something done, ask a busy person. And of course, I started a blog for the group.

You can find it here and eventually I'll get around to putting it on my blogroll so you can check to see what we've been up to. We have such talented members, I thought it would be fun to take pictures during our show and tell times as well as documenting our events.




Back to the farm - The Shepherd found several different pots of cheery fall flowers that he planted out in the driveway - it looks very fallish/festive driving into our place now.

Sinda thinks so.