|Lyle and LInda at Cape Flattery|
West from Port Townsend means back out US Hwy 101 to Port Angeles. Then, where 101 turns south we switched to state Hwy 112 which continues along the north peninsular coast. It is a nice drive with roads getting progressively narrower as you get farther from civilization. We were headed for the town of Neah Bay, the main metropolis of the Makah Indian Reservation (pop. 865) which occupies the northwest tip of the United States.
The Makah tribe has a web site here that can tell you all about their traditional culture, how they were at one with nature and lived in perfect peace and harmony, all the usual stuff. None of that helped them when the whites arrived. There were no major fights, but they apparently never quite managed to become one with the parts of nature that included small pox, measles, diphtheria and whooping cough and their numbers were thoroughly decimated. Afraid the newcomers would take everything, they signed a treaty that preserved their sealing, whaling and fishing rights in exchange for 300,000 acres of Olympic Peninsula land they didn't really need anymore seeing as how there were only a few hundred of them left. The tribe currently has a little over 1200 members who mostly make their living fishing supplemented by fairly limited tourist trade. They still claim their right to take whales, but the last official whale hunt was in 1999.
|From Cape Flattery looking north toward Vancouver Is.|
yards off the tip of the Cape. The tip is reached by a 3/4 mile trail which, for most people, is apparently and easy jaunt, but for me the trail seemed pretty steep and the approximately 1.4 million wooden steps were pure torture. I eventually made it, about an hour after the rest of our group, and took a few pictures to justify the trip. Then I faced the prospect of retracing all those steps back to
|Fiddle concert at Fort Worden|
The show we saw was comprised of about 8 acts with fiddlers ranging from 6 years old to a 94 year old lady who still played well but seemed to have lost her sense of when it was time to stop. There were fiddlers from Scotland and Denmark as well as all over the US. We had a good time and so, apparently, did everyone else.
After the concert we went back to Chimacum and I smoked salmon for everyone while Paul grilled corn and Ruth made up a fancy salad. Our rig, while spacious, does not really have dining space for eight, so we commandeered a table under the gazebo next to the Evergreen-Coho clubhouse and had a feast worthy of a Rains reunion. There were supposedly fireworks out over the bay at Port Townsend, but we didn't drive back to see them. It gets dark so late during the northern summer that they didn't start until after 10:00. We just sat around the motor home and jawed until people got tired and wandered off to their various sleeping quarters.
|Vicki explores gun implacement at Fort Flagler|
That evening Laura and Tom drove back around the Puget Sound to SeaTac airport. They would spend the night at a hotel, then catch a plane back to Michigan in the morning. Lyle and Linda had some things they had to do, so they caught the ferry back to Whidbey, but they would be rejoining us in a few days. In the meantime we settled down with Paul and Ruth to relax at the Evergreen Campground for a couple of days.
|Looking south down the Olympic Peninsula from Cape Flattery|
|Spotted along the road|
|Cape Flattery Lighthouse|
|Old barracks at Fort Flagler|
|Fort Flagler officers housing with Mt. Rainier in the background|
|The group heads off around the island...|
|...while I watch the boats go by.|
|Ruth finally gets to see her bear.|