Dam, Pass, and Peak - Traffic Changes

Initially I was blind sided by Alpine daisies anddistractions, catch craggy peaks, and glimpses of
Digitalis (foxglove) passing themselves off aspassing wildflowers, but watch the road, too.
wildflowers, much less the other fabulous sceneryBicycling is a springtime fancy that brings hoards
on the North Cascades Highway, and then theyof them into the mountains. They do what they
showed up again. I turned the tables on themdo for more than exercise and health. Funding
though and made a pass. I don't commonly makegood causes comes into play.Covered with
passes at bikers, but in this case, it was a must. IDouglas fir, many of the surrounding peaks, such
went around them. Bikers. The non-motorizedas Liberty Bell Mountain, Ruby Mountain, and Early
kind.I hit the brake often for resting bicyclers andWinters Spires tower in the high 7,000 elevation
continued searching, as I drove, for the perfectrange. My first time in northwestern Washington
shot of wildflowers. My "kill two birds with oneand writings stating European images came to
stone" mentality needed Ross Lake as alight. It is truly awesome. Bicyclists benefit from
backdrop.I ducked out of traffic last spring when Iunobstructed views and find safety quickly even
got off the ferry and dipped onto Southfrom wild drivers like myself.The humid side of
Chuckanut Drive. For approximately twenty-fiveWashington was about to end when Dry Falls
miles I was in another world with narrow, windingappeared. The eastern leg of northern Washington
roads under a canopy of trees and there Iis dry, flat, agricultural land stirred up by high
wanted to stay. I passed under Highway 5 nearwinds that creates "dust devils". They are
exit 231, hung a right onto Burlington Boulevardultra-mini tornadoes that whip the land into some
and left on Avon Avenue (Highway 20), headedsort of shape. The foreboding look of three or
east, back to Colorado. No traffic, feeling a bit lostmore can be seen at any given time throwing a
even with a map, another sixty miles and Ifit on the horizon blending yellow, brown dust with
slowed down even more. I was in thecerulean blue sky.According to Washington State
Cascades.My mind filled with a flash of ConcretiaParks, Dry Falls is one of North America's
from the Flintstones movie along the way, when Igeological wonders. Dry Falls is a cliff over three
passed through the town of Concrete. There ismiles long and 400 foot high and was once ten
not much to it but history, folklore and a garishtimes larger than Niagara. The Colombia River
cement stack with bold lettering no one can miss.used to rush through here.On one free-fall, in
Concrete sits below Baker Dam and the base ofneutral down a steep, winding grade on the North
Lake Shannon. The bikers were beginning to addCascades Highway, there they were. And again,
up as I passed more and drove anotherwhen I rounded a corner at Sun Lakes-Dry Falls
twenty-six miles, through Marblemount, climbing,State Park, and once again before I crossed into
climbing. Gorge Dam and its long, narrow GorgeIdaho. Still headed eastbound on Highway 20 just
Lake, then Diablo Dam created more thanleaving Coulee City headed to Spokane, on the
fifty-years ago, and Diablo Lake, and further onflat, dry plains, faces of the bikers were becoming
and above, Ross Lake, all a sparkle of deep blue.Arecognizable. I filled up every two hundred miles
labor of love goes into building our roadways soor so from Washington to Colorado and began to
travelers like me can see the grandeur of ourthink my speedometer was broken because the
country. North Cascades Highway was completedsame bikers were everywhere I was. Were they
in1972 after twelve years. Down one particularlyfollowing me? My curiosity was piqued, because I
steep grade around a switchback the view ofjust couldn't shake them all the way through
Ross Lake takes your breath away. It spans intoWashington.I began to hallucinate seeing bikers in
Canada for a mile and a half. Access is onlyMontana, thinking, they were still following me. So,
available on the U.S. side.Six passes on and aroundhere it was ten o'clock at night, I pulled off at a
this route reach elevations between 4,000 tostate campground, plopped ten dollars in an
5,500 feet. Sherman Pass is the highest, followedenvelope, pitched my tent, and dreamed of
by North Cascade, Loup Loup, Wauconda, Rainy,bikers.This link covers a bike tour that lasted 71
and Washington. Passes are monitored fordays and 4,224 miles starting at Anacortes,
weather changes, but expect Loup Loup Pass toWashington and ending in Bar Harbor, Maine.
remain open year round. Like Ross Lake, Loupaccount of one of the bikers who took the
Loup Pass goes into Canada. From MarblemountWashington route.
to the end of the Cascades on this highwayin biking across the entire United States contact:
fifty-six more miles awaited as I continued to
dodge bikers.I recommend springtime travel, moreState only:
tourists and travelers flock here in the summer.
Mid-April through late June is the time to reduceto Mt. St. Helens?