Last summer when we were working on Huaka'i Annie, our '57 Aloha, I told Hubby that once she was ready to go I had one goal... to see pretty. Everything was ugly last summer with polishing metal, missing deadlines and frustrations. In January, I made some campground reservations to see some pretty.
Our first stop was to visit Max. Max and Kassie were out celebrating the 4th of July when we arrived but we had a big welcome from Bo. My no dogs in Annie rule went right out the window.
The next morning Kassie and I took Bo on a walk around the farm. It was pretty.
Huaka'i Annie was parked back where she began. Family friends, the Fischer family, lived in their Aloha while they built their house in George, WA. Hubby's parents offered the Fischers the use of
the little house on 78 because is was hot that summer and the Aloha was even hotter. Since then we have restored their Aloha and Max has bought the house. Everything has kind of come full circle with Annie parked there.
When I opened the trailer door in the morning, Max yelled from the house, "checkout's at nine, get that piece of sh*t off my yard." Oh Max, you make me laugh.
I had paid for our site with a fresh raspberry pie.
Thank you very much!
We had a pretty drive to Steamboat Rock State Park.
The park is really clean, pretty, the ranger was friendly and the sites are large.
We parked on our waterfront property and set up for our three nights of camping.
The awning works!
I had read about the hike to the top of Steamboat Rock and we thought we'd try it.
Have you ever heard of scree? I hadn't either but now I know all about it.
Scree is a collection of broken rock fragments at the base of crags, mountain cliffs, volcanoes or valley shoulders that has accumulated through periodic rockfall from adjacent cliff faces.
Hubby thought it possibly meant the sound of your fingernails sliding down a mountain on the way to your death. That works for me. ScReee... splat.
The first day we turned back, I am afraid of heights, the scree was sliding from under me and I wanted off that rock.
We went again the next day because we found out that we had been really close to the end of the worst part.
We made it! It is 61 flights of stairs on the fitbit.
Hubby held my hand when it was rough and I couldn't have made it without him.
The next day we stayed off the rock and enjoyed another beautiful hike.
Each morning we enjoyed a fat boy breakfast after the hikes. We loved the sandy beach at Banks Lake, the hikes, the size of the campsites and we will definitely return to Steamboat Rock Sate Park.
Then we drove to Lake Chelan State Park with a few stops on the way. You know I brake for old schoolhouses, granges and churches.
Annie is easy to tow and goes off the beaten track easily. That's one of the things I love about her. Hubby is willing to make stops and go off the beaten track and that is one of the things I love about him.
We got to the state park and started to set up camp when we had a visitor. The park ranger came knocking, he told us that when we checked in they called him to let him know there was an Aloha in the park.
Ranger Rod and his wife own Pearl Girl, a '60 Aloha.
We had a great visit with him and exchanged trailer tours. I'm hoping they join the Vintage Aloha facebook group.
The next morning we got on Highway 20 where we enjoyed a lot of pretty.
We made a short stop in Winthrop where we found the best iced molasses cookies ever at the bakery. Hubby is a bit of an iced molasses cookie connoisseur. A molasses cookie snob, if you will.
We used the pull outs to let others pass us on the pass and to enjoy the scenery at Ross Lake and Diablo Lake.
We met a young man visiting from Ohio. He was so excited about the beauty of Washington. He could not impress upon us enough just how special it is in Washington.
Oh, we know, it is beautiful here.
I wanted to see pretty and I did. Over and over I saw pretty this week.
Next week, more pretty, more camping and a hotel pool.
That's right I'll be poolside. Pretty and poolside coming right up, but first, unpacking, repacking and then a quick unpacking and repacking on Sunday.
Oh the places you'll go. -Dr. Suess