It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Perhaps I should amend that statement. It’s been a while since I posted anything other than a rant about uploading images. It still isn’t working the way it used to, but I’m determined to not let it get the better of me… at least not today. 😉
Truth is, there hasn’t been much going on around here. Mr. G. is on nights and for whatever reason, I just can’t seem to adjust to the shift this time. I don’t know if it’s the wonky sleep schedule, the weather, or just the simple fact that I use the excuse of “having to be quiet” to be a lazy slug. I suppose the answer is D – all of the above.
At any rate, I’ve had some pics sitting around so I thought I’d take a
minute six hours to share some with you. I took them a couple of weeks ago. Before the scourge of night shift sucked the lifeblood from my being. Just kidding… sort of.
We took a trip out to Concrete, a sprawling metropolis with a population of a whopping 705 at the time of the last census. It truly is one of those don’t blink or you’ll miss it kind of towns, so it was the perfect destination for our misanthropic moods.
We were thinking we were going to make it up to Baker Lake. Instead we found Lake Shannon, which is formed by the Baker River. So close, but no cigar. Lake Shannon is part of two reservoirs formed by the Baker River. The Lower Baker Dam, which generates hydroelectricity for Puget Sound Energy, was our first stop.
Lower Baker Dam from the topside…
From there we headed up a the primitive road to Lake Shannon with the sun playing peek-a-boo the entire day.
It was as cold and raw as it looks in this picture that day. But we could certainly tell that spring was close and the ground was certainly in thaw mode.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much ivy, or at least what looked like ivy to me, growing on the trees. It’s hard to tell, but it wasn’t just moss, if was leafy.
A closer look…
Of course there was plenty of moss too. Even a little moss sentry standing guard. I have to admit it reminded of me of some crazy low-budget horror flick or something.
On the way back into town we stopped and walked over the Henry Thompson Bridge.
And then into town…
And just in case you’re wondering…
Here’s the one light in the one light town. 🙂
That’s all for now.