One perfect day ...

I went for a walk.

I'm staying with friends in Snoqualmie Ridge, about 28 miles east of Seattle.  In the village of Snoqualmie proper, about 5km away, there is a graveyard for old trains.  I'd glimpsed this graveyard a couple of times when riding past, and determined that I should pay it a visit one day.  Today was that day.

It was a glorious morning: bright blue clear skies, not a cloud to be seen, snowcapped mountains all around, crisp yet pleasant temperature.  A great day to go for a walk to see the train graveyard!  A quick glance at the mapping program to get my bearings, and I was off on an adventure of a different kind - a walking one!

A brisk pace along Snoqualmie Parkway, as it tended to be slightly downhill, and the crispness of the air had a hand in deciding the pace, although I did refrain from donning my sweater, preferring just the t-shirt!  Then the beauty of the area, and the astounding brilliance of the colours, made the camera come to the surface, and the photos began:

A lovely wide, well constructed footpath all the way made things easy.

Sick of the scenery yet?  <G>

Ahhh, this looks good - but the return journey will be harder, methinks!


A lovely old tree.

There were quite a few dogs out being walked along this parkway, and this provision of waste bags and disposal drum is a good incentive for dog owners to be responsible and do the right thing for their community.

Ahhhh - the first of the trains!

But first, a little side trip.  I'd thought of going to Snoqualmie Falls, so headed off in that direction, but wasn't sure of just how far it was, so stopped when I got to this lovely old bridge, and popped down into the gully below to grab this photo.

And de trains dey are a comin' .....

Funny thing about the sun here - it persists in crossing to the SOUTH of me, instead of to the NORTH, as it should!  Definitely ruined the pics along here, too!

The road bridge.

The railroad trestle bridge.

Nearly there ...

This one's gift wrapped.

Boarded up windows, presumably to keep vagrants and vandals out.

The Box Car

Three truck shay

Steam Crane




Stock car, with the Shell oil tanker to the right.

A bright yellow reefer car.

Didn't take a photo of the gondola car, as it's just a normal gondola car as is still seen on the tracks today.

A nifty little crane car, hiding behind some colourful leaves.

Why, thank ya very much!

What an amazingly HUGE log this is!

On track to reach the Snoqualmie station. (bad pun!)

Directly into the sun - silly!

The Snoqualmie Station

This old building is reminiscent of the style of building seen in Dawson City, Yukon Territory, Canada.  Real "old wild west" style.

So after only 76 photos since I recharged it overnight, the camera battery died!!!!! Damnation! It was "look but don't shoot" from here on, although luckily there weren't all that many more to see, just a few fairly well preserved carriages.

It was about lunch time, so I wandered the length of the main street checking out all the eateries, and settled on a Japanese one, for a change.  Had some lovely Gyozas (like little vegie and meat filled dumplings, deep fried) which were very nice, then wandered along to the quaint little coffee shop, for a lovely coffee and a blueberry muffin while sitting outside watching the world pass by.  How very pleasant!

But now I had the return journey - uphill.  Off I went, and it was actually quite pleasant, although I began to feel it on the steeper stretches, puffing and panting in the warm sunshine, and the legs and feet started to complain a little, particularly my damaged right knee and ankle.  In a surprisingly short time (or so it seemed) I reached the point where I decided to duck up a hill towards the golf club, as it looked like a short cut back to the house.  Up I went, wandering along the edge of the golf course - not a soul to be seen - until a road appeared.  Hmmm, do I turn right, or turn left here?  Started off left, then after a few yards, turned around and went right. A friendly garbo truck driver gave me a cheery wave, which I returned. Hey, life is good!  Delightful big houses along these streets, but no roads that were familiar.  Oops! However, eventually, I came across a road name that I recognized, and headed west along that and finally reached the same road that had confronted me on exiting the footway off the golf course! Turned along that for a short distance, then sneaked through a gap in the hedge and down into the driveway.  I was back.

Checked out the route on the mapping program, and allowing for its proclivity to not allow shortcuts across the golf course, the ramble was roughly about 12.5km / 7.7 miles.  So that was good.  I felt good.  I'd done some exercise, and seen some wonderful views, and some great old trains.  Life is good, indeed!












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