This one will be different. There will here be almost nothing in the way of railroads and almost nothing in the way of trains.
We start very far from home, and very high up.
That’s Mount Saint Helens on the left and Mount Rainier on the right. I’m in a propeller plane on a flight from PDX to Spokane. After the flight, I am bused to Wallace, Idaho, for a week-long teacher workshop sponsored by the National Endowment for the Humanities.
Here is the old Northern Pacific Railroad depot in Wallace.
I’m not sure about the railroad history of Wallace; I can’t figure out the arrangement of who if any among NP, Great Northern, Union Pacific, or the Milwaukee Road operated in or near Wallace.
Anyway, here, seen below in our third image, is the hotel where most of us stayed.
We studied about the forests and about the mines, and we visited some locations of significance for both industries.
I told you that this post would be different! That difference continues with the below view from a mine that we visited.
Maybe the above image is “railroad-related” in that the chipmunk is standing on a rail for the rail system in the mine, which can also be seen below in our sixth image.
The next day, we visited some mountain park that apparently has skiing during the seasons in which there is snow.
The workshop was coming to a close. The next day, I was back in Spokane, and, this time, I’d be staying overnight, which excited me, not only because I’d get a chance to explore the place, but also because it was the only real alone time that I’d have on this trip.
Check out the “NORTHERN PACIFIC” stenciling on these big gondola cars on a train coming through town! The NP ceased to exist when it and two other railroads merged to form the Burlington Northern Railroad in 1970, and, 36 years later, here we still had some NP logos on railroad cars!
I explored around at great length by foot. I may have walked three or more miles, and I found the BNSF yard and got some shots there too.
The next morning, I had a late flight, and I was able to do more exploring, this time stopping at the Spokane Farmers Market.
I don’t recall buying anything, as I didn’t want to stuff anything – especially anything perishable – into my luggage on a July day when my flight path would end in southern Louisiana.
Our final image is from back home on the bayou in Louisiana.
Well, I hope that you enjoyed this very different journey.