|Main St. Cashmere|
We’re spending a few days in eastern Washington, taking in some of the delights of a small town. This includes of course, a parade! No marching bands, but there were fire engines and some floats.
We were invited to a BBQ at a friend of our friend to enjoy some food and friendship before the parade and then root beer floats afterwards. It was a good time. They had a beautiful home and garden, complete with a miniature train in one corner of the front garden.
|looking east towards Cashmere|
Before the parade, I hiked up through the Peshastin Pinnacles. I have driven by that state park probably a hundred times and always told myself that someday I would do that hike. I’m glad to get that out of my system. It was a rocky climb up one side and then not much more than a game trail on the down hill side.The views were worth the climb. It is a beautiful, rich valley. I can see the attraction to living here, it’s just not to my taste. I am grateful for those who live here and grow the bounty of fruit for the market. Apples, pears, cherries, melons, nectarines and peaches are just a few of the crops grown here. It’s a way of life, just like farmers in the midwest who grow the wheat and corn, sorghum and soy. Everything revolves around the agriculture.
|looking west towards Dryden. My grandparents home in the distance at the base of the mountains on the left.|