K’den. We’re still following the Snake River heading makai (towards the sea) and will soon be turning south.
Everything is starting to green up.
We’ve turned south, and reached Alpowa Summit, elevation 2793, again, only coming from the other direction. This is looking makai, just about to Sweeney Gulch Road.
Look familiar? Getting out and reading the signs again is a good way to stretch our legs…and our butts, too! These signs were on the opposite side of the highway, of course.
This side of the highway’s views aren’t quite as vast as on the mauka side.
But still pretty.
I’m pretty sure that this is a hay field.
I still get a thrill reading this stuff from the journals of Lewis and Clark, especially because Clark is one of my ancestors.
Back on the road again, we came across this poor old barn, which had sure seen better days, but at one time it must have been a welcome shelter for livestock.
I wondered if, when this barn was built, the highway had just been a dirt road.
Pretty countryside; our windshield was starting to get a bit buggy.
We saw another old, abandoned, house alongside the road. Poor Nolemana trying to get the photo without getting my nose in it. As always, I wondered about the stories that house could tell.
We were almost to Pomeroy, and saw this sad old barn.
You know, I bet at one time this was a lovely house. I wonder what it’d take to fix it all up again. Why did the people leave?
Pomeroy is a cool little town.
Nice town we went through, wasn’t it? Small but cool. I wish we’d had time to poke around in it.
Now we’re heading towards Walla Walla again. One September when we drove through there, the aroma of onions was strong and wonderful.
We stopped at the Pomeroy City Cemetery; we really enjoy poking around cemeteries and it’s another good reason to get out and stretch our legs. I imagine there are lots of pioneers buried here. Doing a Google search, I also found this.
Civil War Congressional Medal of Honor Recipient. He served as a Captain in the Union Army. He was awarded the Medal of Honor as a Sergeant Major in the 10th New York Cavalry (Porter Guard) for action on June 11, 1864 at Trevilian Station, Virginia. His citation reads “Voluntarily carried a message which stopped the firing of a Union battery into his regiment, in which service he crossed a ridge in plain view and swept by the fire of both armies.”
Back on the road again; it looked like it was going to rain up ahead.
Another old barn; we passed this one going the other way, of course, but we didn’t see this view of it. And try look! Nolemana got a hawk in the photo! Or maybe a vulture. No can tell.
Remember this red barn from our trip to Montana? It’s located right before Pataha Creek.
The Palouse country is really opening up now. If I’m reading the blurry sign right, it says, “Dayton – 23 miles, Walla Walla – 52 miles, Pasco – 100 miles.”
Oh duh…I shoulda checked out this photo first. Well, you can see more of the Palouse in the first one anyway. And at least I read the sign right.
Beautiful sky, beautiful countryside.
We’ve passed through the town of Pataha, and are getting much closer to Walla Walla.
It’s fun putting together these blog posts because I get to take the road trip all over again. It was such a wonderful road trip, and I’m having a good time reliving it.
Bumbye foa now. Mahalo nui for tagging along!
Sooooo beautiful. I don’t think I knew that William Clark was your ancestor! That certainly gives you a direct stake in his history, doesn’t it? In the same way you think of me when you see cows, I think of you when I see barns.
I love that you think of me that way. I do love old barns for sure. Not sure why…maybe because I wish they could talk and tell their stories.