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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Over the river and through the fields....to the Cascades we go

"Let the field be joyful, and all that is in it. Then all the trees of the woods will rejoice before the Lord. For He is coming, For He is coming to judge the earth. He shall judge the world with righteousness, and the peoples with His truth." Ps. 96:12-13
The area of Washington we are now staying puts me in mind of these verses. There are deep woods surrounding open fields of farm or ranch land. All of this is surrounded by the Cascade mountain range. Everything is so lush and green--something a Californian appreciates. The fields are overflowing with Shasta daisies, lupine, poppies and wild foxglove. There are rivers and lakes every direction we travel. Our campsite is forested and very quiet. The kids and I are having some days of quiet and rest before Mark arrives.
We traveled into Cascades National park one day. Another, we ventured down to Baker Lake and stood under the shadow of Baker mountain. All the other days, we road bikes around the area and rested in our quiet campground, playing in the creek that runs along the boundary. We tried to explore a few fishing spots for Mark on the Baker and Skagit Rivers.
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We finally traveled to Bellingham to pick him up from the small airport there. We toured Whatcom Falls Park and headed to the marina where we watched boats launch in to the Puget Sound for the opening of crab season. The weather was a sunny 74 degrees. It was good to have Mark back with us for a few days of adventure before we packed up and left Washington. I hope you enjoy some of our pictures! (I couldn't fit them on one slideshow, so there are two here)
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