I stopped and took this picture at a scenic overview in Oregon. This was a six mile downgrade from the high desert to the fertile valley below. It looked to me as if the mountains just droped straight off to the farmland and the engineers had to come up with a way to get the road from the top to the bottom in a real hurry. So they split the Eastbound and Westbound lanes and sent them down (or up) by separate, twisting, convoluted routes, all at least a 5% grade for more than six miles.
I love going through these cut outs, especially when there is a Semi doing 30mph through it at the same time.
You can tell this is the border between Oregon and Washington, because the sky suddenly gets gray and cloudy.
That truck is carrying one arm of one of the windmills for a wind farm up in the mountains, just to give you an idea of how huge those windmills are.
I think the picture above is my favorite picture of the whole trip. It just needs to be in Imax, and then it would be almost sort of a little bit realistic.
There is something austere and magnificent even about the gloominess. It is what it is, it asks permission of no person. It simply obeys God, and calls out sternness in any who want to live here. We have to adapt to it, for it certainly will not change to suit us. It calls for humility.
The rest stop at Snoqualmie pass on I-90 W. After that I hit the temperate rain forests and the rain began. A little depressing after all the gorgeousness, at first, but I am getting used to it. You have to learn to love it. God would not have made it if it were not good. It is up to me to find and love that good by His grace. It requires humility.