On the evening of July 1st we returned to lovely Whitefish, MT. Prior to getting on the train we had a couple of excellent drinks at the Craggy Creek (they get our unanimous vote for the best libations thus far). The train left at 9:16P so we pretty much made our way to our spacious accommodations and retired for the evening.
We disembarked the Amtrak Empire Maker in Seattle around 9:30A on the 2nd. Regaining one's land legs and basic equilibrium after lying in the sleeper car for many hours is somewhat tricky (it may have had something to do with the tasty cocktails too).
After reclaiming our luggage we caught a cab to 1919 N. 5th Ave. in lovely Seattle to pick up our rental car and easily found our way to the interstate and ultimately Snoqualmie Falls...the home of Toddie, Greg, Will and Liann Downs.
It was a cold and gray day. We pretty much stuck around the house watching the kids do the amazing things that kids do to keep us adults entertained. Liann and Will provided us with a lovely recital on violin and piano respectively. In addition we received a crash course in how to play a couple of Wii games. We eventually braved the elements and took a walk before ending up at Starbucks for an afternoon snack. For dinner Greg grilled some beautiful steaks to accompany Toddie's salad. We retired early because tomorrow we are off to Bainbridge Island via the ferry.
I thought some of you might be interested in learning a little bit more about Snoqualmie Falls. Several thousand years ago, when the glaciers receded, they left a fertile plain near Snoqualmie Falls. When Native Americans arrived, they found a bounty of edible bulbs, roots and berries on the prairie. Deer and mountain goats were plentiful.
Though there were no salmon above the falls, the upper Snoqualmie River became a seasonal rendezvous and meeting place as trade among native peoples increased. The Snoqualmie Tribe (a subgroup of the Coast Salish) established a camp at the base of Mount Si. They also established villages at Fall City and Tolt (Carnation). Snoqualmie is the English pronunciation of "sah-KOH-koh" or "Sdob-dwahibbluh," a Salish word meaning moon.
As a spiritual place, it gave birth to many legends. One tells of "S'Beow" (the beaver), who climbed into the sky to bring trees and fire down to earth. The Native Americans who roamed the valley were known as people of the moon.
White settlers began to arrive in the valley by the early 1850s. Long before, the falls became a tourist destination; pioneer women would edge as close to the falls as they could while friends held on to their dresses to keep them from falling. Jeremiah Borst was the first permanent white settler in the Snoqualmie Valley and is known to some as "the father of the Snoqualmie Valley."Josiah Merrit ("Uncle Si") built a cabin at the base of a local peak in 1862 (the peak became known as Uncle Si's mountain -- now Mount Si). He raised vegetables and hogs and kept an orchard. According to local historians, he was a rugged man who sometimes hauled bacon to the large settlements. To do so necessitated hauling the load on a sled to the river, canoeing downstream, strapping the load to his back and climbing down the 268-foot falls, hiking several miles, and then canoeing the rest of the way to Everett or Seattle.
By 1877, there were several logging operations in the region. In early days, logs were floated over the falls and down the river to Everett and Puget Sound. By 1889, entrepreneurs funded and built a railroad (the Seattle, Lake Shore and Eastern) into the valley, opening up timber resources to the world market.
In 1889, the town of Snoqualmie was platted by Charles Baker, a civil engineer. He also constructed an underground power plant at the falls in the 1890s (those original generators are still functioning today). The power plant resulted in electricity and jobs for locals, and soon a small company town was established at the falls. In 1911, a second powerhouse was constructed.
Such large waterfalls often attract daredevils. When that first passenger train arrived in 1889, it was a big event -- more than 1,000 people turned up for food, celebration and entertainment. A Mr. Blondin successfully walked a tightrope over the falls.I n 1890, Charlie Anderson was less fortunate. He parachuted into the canyon from a hot-air balloon, but when he opened the chute a strong air current pushed him toward the falls. As the crowd watched in horror, another gust pulled him in another direction and dropped him on a large boulder; he died that night.
Approaching Seattle after a wonderful day on Bainbridge Island. The sun is out!!! It's time for a seafood dinner at Ivar's on Pier 54.
We are in Bremerton awaiting the ferry to return to downtown Seattle. There is a great park to entertain children and adults alike.
There were lots of cool play things carved from granite. Here is Will on a slide.
A charming Norwegian inspired town.
Entering Bainbridge via the town of Winslow on the ferry from Seattle. It is about a 30 minutes trip and has become a bedroom community for many people who work in Seattle.
Doug, Will and Liann enjoyed shelling and eating the fresh peas that we picked up at the local farmer's market.
Remember how you felt when the "good old golden rule days" of high school were behind you? I think Alisha's face says it all.
No Soule gathering would be complete without music. Here are Toddie and Tim (Doug's daughter and son) doing some picking.
Toddie was later joined by Willie, a fantastic autoharpist.
What's a party and campfire without S'mores?
Johnny, Tim, Alisha and Doug Soule.
I had read in a local travel magazine that the best views of the Flathead Valley can be seen from Lone Pine State Park. We drove up there on July 1st just as a fairly impressive storm was moving in over the northeastern part of the valley.
This is from Lone Pine State Park looking south towards Flat Head Lake.
One of our favorite towns is Big Fork, MT which is located on Flat Head Lake. This shot of Doug's is representative of the downtown area.
These last two shots were taken in the early evening as we were preparing to drive up to Whitefish to catch the night train back to Seattle. These are canola fields and they really are this bright yellow. The evening sun really illuminated the flowers.
