Dam, Pass, and Peak - Traffic Changes

Initially I was blind sided by Alpine daisies and Digitaliswatch the road, too. Bicycling is a springtime fancy that
(foxglove) passing themselves off as wildflowers,brings hoards of them into the mountains. They do
much less the other fabulous scenery on the Northwhat they do for more than exercise and health.
Cascades Highway, and then they showed up again. IFunding good causes comes into play.Covered with
turned the tables on them though and made a pass. IDouglas fir, many of the surrounding peaks, such as
don't commonly make passes at bikers, but in thisLiberty Bell Mountain, Ruby Mountain, and Early Winters
case, it was a must. I went around them. Bikers. TheSpires tower in the high 7,000 elevation range. My first
non-motorized kind.I hit the brake often for restingtime in northwestern Washington and writings stating
bicyclers and continued searching, as I drove, for theEuropean images came to light. It is truly awesome.
perfect shot of wildflowers. My "kill two birds with oneBicyclists benefit from unobstructed views and find
stone" mentality needed Ross Lake as a backdrop.Isafety quickly even from wild drivers like myself.The
ducked out of traffic last spring when I got off thehumid side of Washington was about to end when Dry
ferry and dipped onto South Chuckanut Drive. ForFalls appeared. The eastern leg of northern
approximately twenty-five miles I was in another worldWashington is dry, flat, agricultural land stirred up by
with narrow, winding roads under a canopy of treeshigh winds that creates "dust devils". They are
and there I wanted to stay. I passed under Highway 5ultra-mini tornadoes that whip the land into some sort
near exit 231, hung a right onto Burlington Boulevardof shape. The foreboding look of three or more can
and left on Avon Avenue (Highway 20), headed east,be seen at any given time throwing a fit on the horizon
back to Colorado. No traffic, feeling a bit lost even withblending yellow, brown dust with cerulean blue
a map, another sixty miles and I slowed down evensky.According to Washington State Parks, Dry Falls is
more. I was in the Cascades.My mind filled with a flashone of North America's geological wonders. Dry Falls is
of Concretia from the Flintstones movie along the way,a cliff over three miles long and 400 foot high and was
when I passed through the town of Concrete. There isonce ten times larger than Niagara. The Colombia
not much to it but history, folklore and a garish cementRiver used to rush through here.On one free-fall, in
stack with bold lettering no one can miss. Concrete sitsneutral down a steep, winding grade on the North
below Baker Dam and the base of Lake Shannon.Cascades Highway, there they were. And again, when
The bikers were beginning to add up as I passed moreI rounded a corner at Sun Lakes-Dry Falls State Park,
and drove another twenty-six miles, throughand once again before I crossed into Idaho. Still headed
Marblemount, climbing, climbing. Gorge Dam and its long,eastbound on Highway 20 just leaving Coulee City
narrow Gorge Lake, then Diablo Dam created moreheaded to Spokane, on the flat, dry plains, faces of the
than fifty-years ago, and Diablo Lake, and further onbikers were becoming recognizable. I filled up every
and above, Ross Lake, all a sparkle of deep blue.Atwo hundred miles or so from Washington to Colorado
labor of love goes into building our roadways soand began to think my speedometer was broken
travelers like me can see the grandeur of our country.because the same bikers were everywhere I was.
North Cascades Highway was completed in1972 afterWere they following me? My curiosity was piqued,
twelve years. Down one particularly steep gradebecause I just couldn't shake them all the way through
around a switchback the view of Ross Lake takesWashington.I began to hallucinate seeing bikers in
your breath away. It spans into Canada for a mile andMontana, thinking, they were still following me. So, here
a half. Access is only available on the U.S. side.Sixit was ten o'clock at night, I pulled off at a state
passes on and around this route reach elevationscampground, plopped ten dollars in an envelope,
between 4,000 to 5,500 feet. Sherman Pass is thepitched my tent, and dreamed of bikers.This link covers
highest, followed by North Cascade, Loup Loup,a bike tour that lasted 71 days and 4,224 miles starting
Wauconda, Rainy, and Washington. Passes areat Anacortes, Washington and ending in Bar Harbor,
monitored for weather changes, but expect Loup LoupMaine.
Pass to remain open year round. Like Ross Lake, Loupaccount of one of the bikers who took the
Loup Pass goes into Canada. From Marblemount toWashington route.
the end of the Cascades on this highway fifty-sixin biking across the entire United States contact:
more miles awaited as I continued to dodge bikers.I
recommend springtime travel, more tourists andState only:
travelers flock here in the summer. Mid-April through
late June is the time to reduce distractions, catchto Mt. St. Helens?
craggy peaks, and glimpses of passing wildflowers, but