So we aren't anti-car, per se. We will gladly take rides. Particularly when there is 45 mph wind blowing (and it's a rest day.) Thanks, Carl, for giving us a ride back to the Tri-Cities.
So yeah, about that 45 mph wind. When you climb a 1000ft "mountain", the winds can get up to 50 or 60 at the top.
Crazy, no?
But we're cute, no? That's not smoke for once, it's actually just dust kicked up by the crazy winds.
This is what all of the Yakima valley would look like were it not for the irrigation.
Dry, but with beautiful women walking down trails.
The view from my brother's back deck. Mom always says this is one of her favorite places in the world. I can see why, pretty much every sunset here is amazing.
And even better with a beer.
Nope, not pretty at all.
So we might have done a bit of wine tasting here. Yes, that is a dry Rose. Yes, it was delicious. No, you may not judge me for it. You would have chosen it, too. Although the red that Molly had was pretty good.
Did I mention that the sunsets are amazing here?
See? When you irrigate, everything is green. Including the wine grapes. Mmmmmm....wine grapes.
First corn we'd really seen in hundreds of miles, though.
Everything was so freakin' verdant!
Including this field of asparagus. I am assuming this was a new field, only since more mature plants would have been huge by late summer.
Also a new field of hops. Ditto about how big they would have been if it were mature plants. The corner post was marked "Simcoe", a popular, relatively new type of hop.
My pictures get a bit sparse here. Two days later, heading up into the Cascades. Back to the dry, before it got very very wet.
The inside of Todd's tiny home. Everything in it's place, and a place for everything. And cosy, too.
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