ONE MORE DAY OF HOPE

It will surely be bittersweet to say so long to this wonderful group of women. We had tons of fun at this outing and might consider coming to another, if there should be another.

A draw back for me is that there is not a lot of good bike riding here, but —- note the FREEE TIME on the activity board – this day Susan and I would ride again, in the other direction from Hope.

Our friends here worry that we are riding on a highway. Though that is true, the highway has very wide shoulders for bikes to ride in. Though there is fast traffic on Rte 7, in addition to being less traveled than Rte 1, the drivers seem to be quite aware and courteous to us. We never felt threatened or unsafe.

One of the many really nice things about riding with Susan is that she loves to explore. We take roads that I might think twice about taking on my own, or maybe not take at all. So per usual she asked if I was up for riding on the next dead end road. Oh yes, let’s.

It is where I found this very old picturesque

church.

The sign above the door says Sacred Heart, 1926. A bundle of stuffed animals on the porch,

around the corner from the church was a deteriorating log cabin. Note the deteriorating part is NOT the log part. But abandoned none the less.

On our way back out to the highway I noticed the school that I had somehow missed on the way in. I did not find the name of the school, but always appreciate the totems.

Back on the highway, we found another back road, mostly unpaved but hard packed, that took us to a newly developing neighborhood that we simply looped

through and back out the same way we came in. This is the road we were apparently on… you pronounce it…

Exiting this road we saw the sign across the way that proved interesting and drew us to it.

The entry gate alone was enough to pull us in.

This will tell some about the park.

We did find the porta potties, but there were brand new, lovely restrooms just next to these. These two however, were the photo worthy ones.

Sasquatch is everywhere! And you had better keep your eye on your bike.

There are warning that we are in bear country, and keeping in mind what Lydia had told us about being prepared for any bear encounter, I found these to be the kind of bears I like.

Susan thought the sounds from this could keep the bears away.

A couple more sculptures captured our attention.

Blowing Man… (i include the poster to explain what I cannot!)

Snappy hairdo…

Part of the park has a hiking/mountain biking trail. If you know me, you know this in not my kind of biking, but Susan likes some of it at times. So she biked and I hike-a-biked.

Now done with seeing/doing everything of interest in the park, we moved on to Ruby’s Art Gallery where I found the ceramic travel mug I wanted, and Susan found just the right bag for her.

Our turn around destination that we expected to be a wayside with trees ad picnic bench was actually a transit stop. We ate our snacks here and returned to camp having had an adventurous outing.

Back to camp in time to rest up for dinner!!! Big Red’s Poutine truck would be serving us our fare for this evening.

For those who do not know what poutine is, here is a photo: French Fries, Gravy and Cheese curds, and we opted to add chicken strips. It is a big thing in Canada.

Our special dessert had traditional Canada decorations ;’-).

For our evening entertainment, Heather arrived to provide her fantastic voice to sing her “Musical Stylings”. She referred to some songs as “Modern Jukebox” and we so enjoyed them all from this very talented artist.

One final activity before we would call it a night… Karaoke.

We then said goodnight to this lovely day.

10 thoughts on “ONE MORE DAY OF HOPE”

  1. You two are amazing. Love your comments, humor and lightheartedness…..and your sense of adventure. Comments make me want to read the signs. You go girl/s. 😄

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  2. Very beautiful ride and there is an old church in downtown Cle Elum that reminds me of the church in your picture. Thanks Nancy for sharing!

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