It was dry in Washington

So, I understand that you had a little rain hereabouts last week.

While the Oconee area was enveloped by drenching gray clouds, my wife and I were standing at the base of Mt. Rainier in Washington, where barely even a cloud was visible, much less rain.

The irony is that Mt. Rainier is one of the ten wettest locations in the lower 48. So is Forks, Wash., which we merely drove through. We are not big fans of the Twilight sagas. If that is an obscure reference to you, then neither are you a fan of the teenage werewolf stories that have been cinematic sensations. At least at the box office.

Jan and I visited the Pacific Northwest last week. We figured it would be a chance to see a part of the world we had never seen and get a break from the summer heat.

As it turned out, who knew that we would be going to the wet state where it was clear and dry all week. And a little warm, by their standards.

Seattle served as the hub for the escape, but with our Mustang convertible as transportation we traversed the state, practically from top to bottom and east to west. In hindsight, it was a little too much driving, but the scenery was spectacular.

We saw our first sunset over the Pacific Ocean in Long Beach, where it ordinarily rains more than 200 days a year. Not when we were there.

Now, it was on the chilly side, with temps in the upper 60s to low 70s, and windy. This is not a beach for sun bathing.

I was warned ahead of time that Mt. Rainier might not be visible. It is usually shrouded in clouds. Not while we were there. It loomed over us from all sides, a spectacular snow-capped sight, whether seen up close or in the distance. Mt. Baker and Mt. Hood were other snow-capped peaks visible from miles away.

One of our excursions took us to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island. A store owner apologized for the 84 degree temperatures. “I am melting,” she said.

Frankly, we had not noticed.

Now, it was hot in Yakima, which is on the desert side of the Cascades. It was 98 in the shade. Happily, we did not spend much time there. It was merely a layover en route to the Columbia River Gorge.

Driving the roads of Washington is akin to driving in extreme north Georgia. Lot of hills and curves. From what I saw, vast amounts of the state are uninhabitable because of the mountains. But it makes for spectacular scenery.

Two major side excursions took us near and into Canada. We ended the trip with a visit to beautiful Victoria, British Columbia, where Butchart Gardens is a must-see destination. Any plant lover will be absolutely enthralled by what they have done over the last century in transforming what used to be a rock quarry.

The city of Victoria itself is a jewel, its harbor one of the most picturesque you can imagine. Sea planes drop in gently amid the whale-watching boats. Sail boats and cruise ships alike anchor in the harbor.

Speaking of whales, we elected to take a sea kayaking tour early in the trip. We departed from Snug Harbor, led by an able young woman who grew up in Missouri and was educated in Vermont before landing a job in Washington.

We saw bald eagles and I tasted bull kelp, but we saw no signs of whales.

During the trip, our guide, Dakota, asked get-to-know-you questions.

“I’m the editor of a weekly newspaper in Watkinsville,” said I.

From the kayak to our right: “We know where Watkinsville is! Our daughter lives in Bishop!”

Turns out it was the Arnolds, parents of Kim Arenas, the former All-American gymnast who is now teaching young gymnasts at Georgia Elite Gymnastics in Watkinsville.

Fortunately, Jan was on her best behavior, so there are no tales to tell.