Okay, this is me, the MOM, but somehow I am on Daisy's blog. We loved the Cascades. We crossed them on Highway 20, enjoying first the high desert, then the mountain firs, then the resort towns, then the lakes created along the Skagit to provide commercial hydro power to Seattle. Along the way were fruit stands (peaches and tomatoes, ummm) and ice cream stands. And sunshine and lots of bikers having a blast on the winding, twisting undulating roads.
We arrived the evening of the 24th in Bellingham, my possible next home, and settled in to be citizens for the weekend. The weather is putting on a show for us, and we found a great fenced bark park to tire Daisy out.
Poor thing, she has continued to have the tummy bug. In what would be one of life's most embarrasing moments if anybody knew us, we stopped at a rural Washington vet to get her kennel cough shot updated, and she immediately got sick all over their rug. The country vet, who was clearly more concerned with the horses and cows, said she looked bright and perky, so just don't feed her for a day or too. So we have been dutiful and she seems better now.
Our plans are to hang here for a few days, visit friends, and then send Carl home. That will be the start of a new saga, the Chick Trip segment of Teregram's voyage. It's bound to be wild but largely unrecorded, so tune in for an occasional update.
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