Check it out. We drove up to Mt. Baker this weekend. Gorgeous. Never seen anything else like it. And I've been on the tops of other mountains (nod, nod mom and dad. Those were some great vacations we took when we were kids). Anyway, there's this great little village at the base of the mountain called, Glacier, WA. It has a ski shop, a bakery called "Wake N' Bakery,"
(a clever pun for all you geologists and stoners out there), and--my favorite thing--a bar that has a sign outside, and I can only explain it this way:
When you're driving toward the mountain, the sign reads "Last cocktail." When you're leaving the mountain, the sign reads "First cocktail." That got a few a chuckles out of me.
Anyway, the top of the mountain is lovely, and there are a handful of basins for skiing, where the lifts bring skiiers to the top of Mt. Shuksan (Mt. Baker's better half). Beforehand, we stopped at Nooksack Falls, the confluence of a couple fast-flowing small rivers into the Greater Nooksack. We drove along a very narrow road up to Heather Meadows, a flat landing where we took a couple of the photos below. I couldn't believe the diversity we witnessed up there. We passed a (presumably) French-Candian family, a lovely Asian couple taking some serious photos, some old guy who looked like he came straight off a Wisconsin dairy farm, and some folks from Michigan (we saw their liscence plate).
We didn't have a whole lot of time to hike around, but the views were stunning, to say the least. Apparently, according to my boss Johnny, you can camp in your car and spend all day hiking around the back-country in the summer.
When it gets warm again, we'll probably head back up and try to do some more serious hiking. Anway enjoy the photos. You can see in one of them how much my hairline has receded since we moved out here. Oh well. As my grandfather would probably say...C'est la vie. You know what I'm talking about, Granddad. --Mike
(a clever pun for all you geologists and stoners out there), and--my favorite thing--a bar that has a sign outside, and I can only explain it this way:
When you're driving toward the mountain, the sign reads "Last cocktail." When you're leaving the mountain, the sign reads "First cocktail." That got a few a chuckles out of me.
Anyway, the top of the mountain is lovely, and there are a handful of basins for skiing, where the lifts bring skiiers to the top of Mt. Shuksan (Mt. Baker's better half). Beforehand, we stopped at Nooksack Falls, the confluence of a couple fast-flowing small rivers into the Greater Nooksack. We drove along a very narrow road up to Heather Meadows, a flat landing where we took a couple of the photos below. I couldn't believe the diversity we witnessed up there. We passed a (presumably) French-Candian family, a lovely Asian couple taking some serious photos, some old guy who looked like he came straight off a Wisconsin dairy farm, and some folks from Michigan (we saw their liscence plate).
We didn't have a whole lot of time to hike around, but the views were stunning, to say the least. Apparently, according to my boss Johnny, you can camp in your car and spend all day hiking around the back-country in the summer.
When it gets warm again, we'll probably head back up and try to do some more serious hiking. Anway enjoy the photos. You can see in one of them how much my hairline has receded since we moved out here. Oh well. As my grandfather would probably say...C'est la vie. You know what I'm talking about, Granddad. --Mike
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