Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The road to Sun Lakes RV Resort


Our trip from Prosser through Richland and on to Sun Lakes, a distance of about 115 miles, took us through dramatic changes in topography.   
Horse Heaven Hills heading east along 82 to Richland
those velvety smooth hills up close
beginning to see evidence of scablands before the turn-off
to Richland, the Columbia River below us 
After our visit to the REACH museum, and a bite to eat, we were off again, first along route 395 across the Columbia River, then north along route 17 all the way to Sun Lakes RV Resort.
the Cable Bridge, one of seven bridges in Richland-Pasco-Kennewick across
the Columbia River


crossing the Columbia River over the Blue Bridge
It was interesting to watch the topography change. Once we turned north and away from the river, the landscape became flat and wide open for as far as the eye could see to the horizon.  
 We entered a region of vineyards...
 and also farmlands...
and corn fields...
 And vistas way beyond...

Heading in a northwesterly direction, the topography changed again.


The road curved around Moses Lake...

Moses Lake
At Soap Lake, we turned north, along the scenic dotted road on the map. It was as if we suddenly entered an alien world. This section is the aftermath of cataclysmic geological events that occurred here in ancient times. It is an area of stunning beauty of an alien kind, of lakes trapped between towering basalt walls forming the coulees.




Lenore Lake



Park Lake
Park Lake, still and reflective
Eventually we rounded the final corner and dropped down to the RV resort which is located at the base of Dry Falls.
the resort and lake below us
breathtaking scenery of Park Lake nestled between high mesa tops
We found our site and set up house for the next four nights after a full and eventful day.

Off again.... to Richland's REACH Museum en route to Sun Lakes

After the Good Sam rally, we stayed on at Wine Country RV Resort for a couple more days. By Monday noon, as the rally-goers continued their exodus there were only a few of us left, scattered throughout the park. It was quiet and peaceful, a stark contrast to the hubbub of the past weekend.
We went walkabout into town, found a grocery store that actually carried flax seeds which we ran out of (they are not easy to find), popped into the well-stocked quilt store in town, and just generally relaxed. I caught up with my blog posts, and also some house work. Being on the road still requires home care, like vacuuming (so glad to have a central vac on board), basic cleaning, and laundry(so glad to have a washer/dryer on board). It takes a lot less time to get housework finished in a 36- foot coach. 
And that leaves more time to sew. I brought along my scrap strips and have been working on two scrappy child quilt tops. The set up with the new desk works really well. And at the quilt store I found a perfect border fabric for one of the quilt tops.

This morning we moved on. With the continuing good weather at this time of year, we decided to loiter in Eastern Washington and revisit a couple of places that we have enjoyed previously. First one on the list is Sun Lakes, located at the base of Dry Falls, close to Coulee City. 
But first we made a quick stop along the way in Richland, first at Costco and then at the REACH Museum.

The museum is named after the 51-mile long Hanford Reach, the only remaining free-flowing section of the Columbia River.  (All the rest of the US section of the Columbia River is backed up behind 11 dams and no longer flows, or is tidal at the river mouth). The REACH museum was well worth the stop and focuses on two major exhibits. The first is about the geology and history of the Columbia Basin with its fascinating topography and wildlife. 
The second is an exhibit about the Manhattan Project and Hanford Nuclear site about 30 miles north of Richland.
Two very diverse topics but interrelated, each a legacy to the Columbia River and Tri-Cities region.
  
The Columbia River has always been a major player in the history of the region.  
The river was the source of nourishment for the native Indians who fished its waters for salmon, dating back 10,000 years ago, and continues to support the diverse fauna and flora of the region.   

In more recent history, the river opened up the region to initial settlement by whites, after Lewis and Clark first made their voyage of discovery along its banks in 1805. When gold was discovered in British Columbia and Idaho in the late 1850's, the river brought gold seekers upstream from Portland to White Bluffs where they joined the pack trains heading north. Cattle ranchers who supplied the miners with beef arrived shortly after that, followed by farmers who began to tame the dry soil for cultivation.

Then in the 1930's, the river played yet another important role that still has repercussions today.   President Roosevelt’s New Deal, in creating employment during the Depression, put into action an earlier proposal to build dams on the Columbia River to provide flood control, hydroelectricity and irrigation to the region.  This led to the construction of federal hydro-power dams including the Bonneville and Grand Coulee Dams, which generated growth in industry, created jobs and raised the standard of living in the Pacific Northwest. 

In 1939 Albert Einstein wrote a letter to President Roosevelt advising him of the feasibility of a nuclear chain-reaction in uranium which would generate enormous amounts of energy that could be used in a bomb, and that Germany was likely working on a nuclear device.  Roosevelt told his military advisers to take action, and after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, development of a nuclear bomb became a priority, named the Manhattan Project.

In December 1942, a team of scientists, engineers, and Army Corps staff established five main criteria for the Manhattan Project's plutonium production.   The project required a remote sparsely populated area to maintain secrecy, with abundant water for cooling and maintaining reactor temperatures, and plenty of reliable power.  The little town of Hanford, population 300, along the Columbia River was selected and in February 1943 under the Second War Powers Act, the US government began acquiring land and the residents were ordered to leave. The town was condemned and the buildings razed in preparation for the Manhattan Project.  The Hanford Site produced the nuclear material for the uranium-based “Little Boy” bomb dropped on Hiroshima, and the plutonium used in the “Fat Man” bomb dropped on Nagasaki. 

What impressed me is how quickly the facility was organized and built, without plans or blueprints, and how quickly people were hired and moved into Richland, which was selected as the site for the federally sponsored planned community that would house Du Pont employees and their families. Construction of homes began in April 1943 with more than 4,700 homes completed by June 1945. By the end of the war, Richland had grown from a farming community of 250, to a population of 16,000.  It must have been a logistical nightmare to house and feed the population explosion. And to keep the whole endeavor a secret. 
More information is available here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanford_Site

After WWII work at Hanford continued to escalate during the Cold War.  The nuclear arms race was the primary concern, and the environmental consequences were secondary.  The result was significant radioactive contamination of the soil and groundwater, and releases of contaminated waste into the river.  

The other main gallery in the museum celebrates the now protected wilderness area known as the Hanford Reach National Monument. The area has survived in pristine state – an unexpected benefit of WWII security requirements for the Manhattan Project that allowed no public access.  The exhibit describes the history of the area, the ice age floods that carved the coulees and scablands, the fauna and flora of the region, and the ongoing environmental restoration of the site. 

Today, the repercussions of the Manhattan project continue. The Hanford site is undergoing a major ecological clean-up to eliminate the radioactive waste that resulted from the manufacture of plutonium.
It seems fitting that the museum is located on a hill overlooking the Columbia River. 
The sculpture in front of the museum looking out across the Columbia River

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

And then there is the tale of the water pump

We were warned by the Alpine group that when a water pump fails, it does so without warning.
They were correct.
So, we found ourselves "pumpless," en route to Prosser.  This would normally not be a big deal if you have a site with water hookup. However, for the Good Sam rally, the majority of RV-ers, including us, were to be in the dry camping area adjacent to the RV Resort. Without a water pump, dry camping would be, well, dry, and without means of accessing the water in the fresh water storage tank on board. And it would present a few challenges with using the bathroom and kitchen.

Thanks to a couple of phone calls, a few emails, previous advice from Alpine owners who replaced water pumps, and our great US postal service, Michael arranged to have our new water pump delivered to the Wine Country RV Resort.
We were lucky. When we arrived on Thursday, our new pump was waiting for us at the office. There was also a last minute cancellation in the resort that we were able to take, thanks to the kind and understanding manager who knew about our plight and accepted delivery of our package.
It also gave Michael a bit more time to figure out how to install the new pump. In between balloon chasing and meeting Good Sam rally folks.
Michael in the bay installing the new water pump
We now have our new "Aquatec RV 55 AquaJet II" variable speed pump installed in the bay. And thanks to Vic Egg, Michael also installed the fresh water shut-off valve from the bag of various goodies (plumbing parts) Vic gave him when we were in Bend together this past spring.
Had it not been for the failed water pump, we would have been set up here with 65 other Good Sam rigs in the dry camping area -
Instead, we met our Good Sam neighbors in the resort hookup sites next to us and enjoyed getting to know them. We met more folks at the barbecue that the resort hosted one evening. And we were invited to a chapter get-together and learned more about the Good Sam local associations. 

Monday, September 28, 2015

More about Prosser


There was also a Harvest Festival going on during the Great Prosser Balloon Rally this past weekend. 
The streets in Historic Old Town were closed to traffic and taken over by visiting vendors and local merchants showcasing arts, crafts, and food. 













the historic downtown where the street painting took place
On Saturday and Sunday there was also a Street Painting Festival.  
Local and regional artists had the opportunity to create pavement masterpieces in chalk. 


It's such a pity that when the festival ended on Sunday night, these works of art were power-washed to clean the street. 
But it was fun to watch the artists at work.




These were some of the more outstanding works I enjoyed:



Michael's favorite nemesis



Prosser is right in the heart of Washington's Viticulture region. With 300 days of sunshine a year, Prosser is also one of the nation's richest agricultural areas with orchards, vineyards, wheat fields, and also livestock. Area hop growers supply nearly 80% of the US and 20% of the world's hops. 


We were here back in 2006. When we attended an RV Show in Seattle that spring, I won a couple of free nights at this same Wine Country RV Resort which had just been built and opened. We had not heard of Prosser so decided to investigate this part of the state and use our free stay coupon. We soon learned about and experienced the burgeoning wine culture in this small town. 
Back in 2006 I had posted about our visit to Prosser. I read the post again to remind myself what we did and what we saw, and my impressions of the area: 
http://www.t-tales.blogspot.com/2006_11_19_archive.html
We were here over the Veteran's Day long weekend and stopped in at the Chamber of Commerce Building to get maps and information. The gentleman helping us was quite chatty, singing the praises of the small town and very excited that there was a Starbucks opening within a week. 
Nine years later, it appears that Starbucks has been a boon to the small sleepy town we first visited because Prosser has exploded and grown. There are many more wineries, and in fact Prosser is home to over 30 now.  There are many new buildings too, with names of wines. Around the corner from the RV Resort, for instance, there is a Chardonnay Dental practice, which I find most amusing. 

The same reader board with Prosser's many church groups is still there. I took a photo to see if there were any changes from the one I photographed in 2006.
Eighteen churches were listed in 2006. Now there are twenty one. 
That is still a lot of places to worship for a town of 5,800 people.
I noticed that one new addition is the Cowboy Ministry. 

And just for the record, the town may have swelled and grown, but the folks here remain friendly and kind, which is something I noticed in 2006. Once again, I got the distinct impression that Prosserians are family oriented. On Saturday evening the entire town and surrounding areas must have been at the stadium for the Night Glow event.  Likewise, the morning of the scrapped balloon launch, the roads were lined two and more deep to watch, and the field was jam-packed with throngs of folks. Children, babies, buggies, and pets were out in the cold crisp morning with their families, and there was a sense of camaraderie and friendliness. There is a lot to be said for living in a small town, where folks know the officer directing the traffic slowly streaming back home again after an event, or personally greet the officer guiding a mass of us across an intersection safely who greets you by name.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

The 26th Annual Great Prosser Balloon Rally, and then some..

What a wonderful and memorable weekend this has been.
It was Prosser's 26th Balloon Rally.

It was our first balloon rally. 

It was our first Samboree. 

On a personal note, it was also the weekend that we first met 44 years ago, on September 26th. 

And on a more global note, it was the weekend of a rare Super Harvest Blood Moon Total Eclipse this evening. The last one occurred in 1982 and the next will be in 2033.  It also brings to mind the poem I studied in school, The Donkey by Chesterton: 
When fishes flew and forests walked 
And figs grew upon thorn 
Some moment when the moon was blood 
Then surely I was born...

But I digress.... so, back to the Great Prosser Balloons.

The balloons launched from the Prosser Airport around sunrise on Friday and Sunday. Twenty two balloons participated from all around the northwest. Unfortunately the Saturday launch was scrubbed when the winds picked up, and it was disappointing to see the poised and ready, inflated balloons having to deflate and be packed up without launching.
However, on Saturday at dusk, we watched five balloons perform to music at Prosser's Fiker Stadium. They were inflated and tethered for the duration and lit up in time to music with the firing of the gas flames. The Night Glow event was quite entertaining and well worth the long walk there and back under a starry sky.
Then this morning, we were entertained further as we watched in amazement as the airborne balloons descended one by one to "kiss the water" in the Yakima River. They then glided along the water from the dam towards the bridge where we were standing. As they approached the bridge, the balloons magically lifted up and over us, shedding streams of water over the folks directly under them.
Watching balloons turn into boats was a first for me. It was all most mesmerizing and quite fascinating.
Naturally I took dozens of photos and it was most difficult to choose only a few. These are the ones I absolutely had to share from the past three days of balloon chasing.
Friday morning launch photos:
with lots of huffing and puffing, the balloons were slowly taking shape
the first one out of the pack to lift off
up up and away...
more balloons coming to life
poised and awaiting release
another lift off
one of my favorites, reminding me of the Montgolfier Brothers' balloon

more balloons launching
balloons galore over Prosser
We happened to be coming out of the Chukar Cherries store when we noticed a balloon in a field across the street. We watched in surprise as this balloon was escorted across the street into the Chukar parking lot, stopping traffic in both directions. I commented that this was certainly a novel way to go shopping for cherries! One of the store clerks came running out to capture the balloon on camera and told us that Chukar Cherries was the sponsor and the pilot did this in acknowledgement of their sponsorship. The balloon certainly drew a crowd. Chukar sells delicious cherry and nut chocolates. And they were particularly generous with their samples this morning when we stopped by. 
... 
Saturday morning attempt to launch photos:
there were throngs on this morning, all disappointed when the launch was scrapped
balloons beginning to deflate
disappointing to see the poised and ready balloons deflating to be packed 
Saturday Night Glow event in the stadium photo:

Sunday launch and float along the Yakima River photos:
up close, watching the balloon inflate
the first burst of fire power
more balloons popping upright

up up and away
bright, colorful, and eager to rise up
there goes another
and another
still more inflating
sailing away on a perfect morning
balloons slowly descending towards the Yakima River
watching in amazement as two baskets glide along the water
yes, the basket really is on the water
water balloon races
rising back up and over the bridge where we are standing
they are so close that we could hear them
and on they float
great reflection on this still morning overlooking the Yakima River
The crowning event to the weekend of sky-filled activities was watching the Prosser Supermoon Eclipse from our RV site this evening. Little did I know that when Michael walked into my life 44 years ago that we would be sharing all these wonderful adventures.