I admit it. I’m a Pacific Northwest Chauvinist. I believe that I live in one of the most beautiful places in the USA. We are never more than 2 hours from the ocean, or the mountains, here in Western Washington. Here are some of my favorite, beautiful, places in my corner of the Earth.
It’s a ringer! I have always loved the shrub-steppe terrain just east of the Cascades, along the Columbia River. This kind of landscape was carved by receding glaciers, around 10,000 years ago. All of Washington State was buried under hundreds of feet of ice!
Above is Deception Falls, which runs under US Highway 2, west of Stevens Pass in the Cascade Mountains.
Earth Day is a big fat hoax. Human beings are NOT “destroying” the planet. Human beings are not a blot on the environment; they were put here by God to be Earth’s stewards and its masters. Instead of feeling guilty about having been born, celebrate “Earth Day” tomorrow by getting outdoors. Take a walk or a ride through the streets or fields of your town, and thank God that we live on such a beautiful, bountiful planet.
Unlike many younger people these days, I don’t normally take pictures of my food when eating out, or post them on social media (I am not on Facebook or Twitter anyway). But this time, on our cruise to Alaska last summer, I just had to capture this. It was the final night of the cruise, and dinner was especially fancy. I ordered the duck, and this is what was placed on the beautiful table in front of me.
The food actually looked too pretty to eat! So, what do you think that item is at the edge of the plate, at what pilots call the “twelve o’clock” position? I turned the plate around twice before sampling it, but I had no clue until I took a bite. It was potatoes! I likened it to a bit of hash-browns, cleverly formed into a shape like a pear. It was very good, and I know that this will be one of the most memorable meals I’ll ever have.
I hate green. Green is my least favorite color, at least in clothing and accessories and household goods. I don’t wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day, or any other day, for that matter. And I’m the opposite of an “environmental wacko”, since I don’t believe that humans are a blot on the landscape, or destroying the planet, or any of that stuff; “green energy”, “green buildings”, of no importance to me.
However, I’m quite fond of green landscapes. When I visited Britain in 1984 for the first time, I was totally blown away by the green fields demarcated by hedgerows and low stone walls. I was fascinated by the beautiful landscapes in the Highlands of Scotland. My readers will have seen dozens of the pictures I took of the area around Cambridge, which is the most beautiful place in the world. I’m a rotten gardener, but I have visited many beautiful gardens in my travels. Here are some.
Mount Rose is the highest point in the Washoe Range in Nevada, and the highest year-round pass in the Sierra Nevada mountains. On the highway at the summit of Mount Rose, here are the trees and rocks at the very tippy-top.
On the way down the other side, when you feel like you’re really on top, you can see Lake Tahoe below.
So one afternoon, I’m in my car on the way to a doctor appointment. I’m driving down the freeway, and when I look up and around, the sky looks like there’s a “lid” on the world, and it’s been raised a bit. And, right in the strip of blue sky between the lid of clouds, and the earth, what should I see, but Mount Baker. When I got to the office, I parked right on the top of the parking garage, because I just had to get a picture of that mountain.