Snoqualmie Pass

We weren’t in as much of a rush this morning with it being the shortest RV travel day other than day one, but that included a 5 hour flight too. This was also the day I had been dreading the most since that stressful night in California desperately looking for a way back to Canada that didn’t involve anymore scary mountain passes. Apparently the Snoqualmie Pass was the easiest of mountain routes. I would believe it when I seen it.

The day started off kind of scary, with another road less travelled route to kick things off, not to mention a long climb up a two lane roadway. That road leads to flat desert plains, but I had grown to hate the site of nothing but sky ahead.

Eventually, we met the end of flat road and it was obvious we were about to go down, but what I believe is called Horse Heaven’s edge heading down into Prosser, has to be one of the more intimidating curves with only blue skies and a guardrail ahead. It wasn’t that scary, but what a beautiful descent.

Like many days on this trip, there were many inclines and windy zips back down, but my guard was never down – or my grip loosened – because I knew that this day was all about high elevation.

I have to say that today, was probably the most beautiful venture through the hills. Not because the Snoqualmie Pass wasn’t intimidating because there were some big climbs and sections where the only thing taller than us were the towering Evergreen’s, but what days two and three through Mt. Hood and Shasta might have benefited from, was better weather. Today, the sky was the bluest that it had perhaps been this entire trip. The waters glistened brightly, the trees were deep green, there was no wind, rain, snow, or ice playing tricks on our tires, and neither were there any two lane roadways teetering on the edge; just the dry, wide, scenic pass, through the mountain that had me wanting to beam back home after that second day on the road.

At the highest point, an elevation of around 3200 feet, I had spotted a rest stop at The Summit at Snoqualmie that I wanted to stop at as a place to throw a fist into the valley below to signify that we did this! Unfortunately the stop came upon me too fast and I missed it.

I thought we were fairly high again when we ascended back up to the northern part of Snoqualmie Ridge along the I-90, but when looking out over the edge at Jeanne Hansen Community Park, I realized we were only at around 1,000 feet. The view was still beautiful there, as was the park itself. We stayed for about an hour to eat, and then I ventured around the trail taking pictures.

Although there were still a couple of hours ahead when we passed through the other end of mountain into Bellevue, at this point we were now into more familiar territory. The traffic was slow for quite some time through this section of Interstate 405, but before long we were on Interstate 5 which meant the rest of the journey was on a familiar path. We were still at a high elevation and there stunning views still to witness, but we had done it. In only a short period of time, we would be at our last destination before heading back into Canada, with nothing but traffic and making the flight on time to worry about.

There was only one thing wrong with knowing we were in known territory, and that was that I suddenly felt drained of all of the anxiety I had carried through most of our trip, about the roads ahead. It was like being cuffed in the back of the skull. Like ‘That’s it, buddy. You did it. Relax.’ Although we had a good sleep, I suddenly felt very tired which made the rest of the route seem longer.

We were obviously getting a lot better with our site and travel planning as the days passed, because once again it was daylight when we arrived at our final overnight stop.

While the girls started to clean, I took a few minutes to pull out the harps, have a drink, and take a deep breath. In doing so, we attracted a couple who had been staying at the site for awhile now, who enjoyed the sound of the harmonica. We talked to Sarsy (spelling), and Amy for quite some time, and they ended up taking a lot of our leftover food off of our hands. They have a cute 15-month old Belgian Malinois pup named Waffles, who took turns handing off his frisbee to all of us over an hour or so discussion. Sarsy and I talked politics, family, and just about everything over the span of our conversation. It was a nice way to end our RV camping adventure.

I had my first shower outside of the camper, and we all finished cleaning the RV before we played some cards and made the best of our last night States side.

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