My better half and I travel together for work. Our travels take us to places most people wouldn’t even notice. If my husband see a smoke stack in the distance, we search for the road which takes us there.
Along the way we notice things.
Like fields of dandelions outside the solar pit toilets in Central British Columbia. Solar pit toilets not pictured. 🙂
Moose droppings not shown either. Hmmm. . .the smell of moose droppings in the morning.
Molting elk in Alberta grazing in someone’s front yard.
Part of a herd of elk in this “suburban” neighborhood–in the Canadian Rockies.
Bears romping in fields outside of remote towns in northern British Columbia.
Objects in photo are farther away than they appear. Because I’m not getting that close to a bear.
Buffalo roaming the side of the road in Wyoming.
This beauty stands taller than the hood of our F150. It walked in front of our truck for greener grasses. Yes, I am this close AND in the truck.
Dams in out of the way places in Washington State.
Grand Coulee Dam. Mini Cooper conveniently located for scale.
A few weeks ago on our way to visit a paper mill, we noticed a road we passed many times without “seeing”. With extra time on our hands, we took the road. The “old” highway. We cruised north along Hoods Canal in Washington State.
Small communities. People waving from the side of the road. Thin Clouds. Sunshine. Blue water. Birds.
We drove into town earlier than expected and parked below this “ghost sign”.
Wonder what happened to those three generations?
You may have noticed my penchant for funny names. Which leads us to the town of Sequim, Washington. (Pronounced skwim, rhymes with swim.) Famous for their weather and lavender farms and Dungeness crab. We arrived at the tip of the Dungeness Spit.
The former home of the 3 Crabs Restaurant.
The remains of the 3 Crabs Restaurant. A former 1950’s style diner. Great crab cakes. Port-a-potty for good reason.
While exploring the countryside, we crossed Kitchen-Dick Road. How could I not notice that before!?! So many possibilities, so little time today.
The next time we visit Sequim, I will take a picture of the street sign. And if I can ferret out the story behind the name . . . you’ll be the second to know. It will not be not noticed again!
What is the strangest named road you’ve ever encountered?
Fannie Cranium's 
Great photos, except for the empty 3 Crabs. And the dam. Dams give me the heebie-jeebies. The animals are great, and the dandelions ooze joy. I’ve never crossed a Kitchen-Dick myself. I’ve never even met Gordon Ramsey. A few miles from here, we have a Hairy Man Road, and a legend to go along with it. Although we don’t talk about it. Let’s just smoke Bull Durham.
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I love your Gorden Ramsey segue. You make me laugh.
Now Hairy Man Road sounds like a story for sitting around the campfire after the moon has risen and the Jack Daniel’s is running low. 🙂
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Exact-amundo!
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Love the captions, T! Reminds me of all those treks across Washington to WSU. Had to cross the bridge over Lower Crab Creek. It is required that you cross legs and cover up.
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LOL. I can so see that! We had one of those in Ellensburg…
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Great travelogue, Fannie. Somehow Johnny Carson could have written Kitchen-Dick Road into his famous comedy bit about the Slauson cutoff.
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LOL. I’d forgotten about that. I bet he could have!
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