Showing posts with label State Route 8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label State Route 8. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Morty Comix # 2588

 Morty Comix # 2588 had a rather convoluted journey to its distribution point



 
After I drew the thing, I cut it up into strips and used a staple gun to attach the dissected comic onto a stick. This stick was in fact part of a garden stake I had used as part of a 2007 art exhibit of Bezango WA 985




Then I pounded the stake into the ground at the Rock Candy Mountain intersection on SR 8 near Summit Lake. A traffic cam is there. For a few hours this Morty Comix was included in the image, if you can make out that white spot in the right hand corner.




But as the clouds grew darker, I rescued the Morty Comix from rain and put it in an envelope, then in a plastic bag, and sealed it with man's best friend-- duct tape. These are instruments in the dynamics of change

Then I grabbed some clothesline and clothespins (also from that Bezango exhibit) as I formed a new plan.
Nirvana fans might be aware that one of the few tourist attractions here in McCleary is the mileage sign on SR8 where Cobain and Novoselic were photographed highlighting the 666 numbers.




Early this morning I paid a visit to that sign, which has been lowered, planning to somehow tie the Morty Comix to the thing. But to my delight the holes in the posts provided a great opportunity for me to pigeonhole this issue.

The End.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Phone photo 2209

Ice on basalt, sundown
SR 8 near Summit Lake

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Phone photo 2191

Nadine in the morning

Inside the car, are those dome lights?

 Wait. No. The dome lights don't work.

 Those must the glowing eyeballs of Mr. Death, who IS SITTING IN THE BACK SEAT ON THIS BLACK ICE MORNING!!! 

 YAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!

As it turned out Mr. Death merely wanted a ride to Oly and we talked movies. We both like Westerns. I hate it when he just shows up like this, but apparently he doesn't have a phone. Sometimes I wish I had the nerve to suggest he could use a breath mint. It's not like he's my friend or anything, but would you refuse him a lift?

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Phone photo 1854

Pioneer Rock, Thurston County, Washington

Enormous boulders were dropped here as the ice sheet retreated. This particular specimen used to sit alongside State Route 8 but was removed to the entrance of Boy Scout Camp Thunderbird (at the southern point of Summit Lake), about 20 years ago. It bears a barely readable inscription honoring early pioneers.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Phone photo 1563

Summit Lake Grocery
This place still has gas pumps that counts your gallons in a non-digital way. Yes!
Woody Barker's hangout is no more than a quarter hour from this store.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Phone photo 570

Summit Lake area, Thurston County, Washington

This innocent little creek became a raging river a few winters ago, destroying or severely wrecking every building in it's path and closed a major state freeway route for several days.

The plants in the foreground are called horsetails

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Bezango: Big Boom!




Olympia Power & Light, May 4-17, 2011.

A photo of my cousin, Patty, back in the 1960s. She was visiting us from Vancouver, Washington and we set her up on the tractor. In the background to the right is the hill where the dynamite was planted. Patty is sitting not far from where the huge piece of wood landed. This should give you an idea just how far that chunk of the stump sailed through the air.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Bezango: On Being Hairy in Olympia



Olympia Power & Light, sometime in late 2010.

To sidetrack here. That 1963 Studebaker Lark was less than a decade old when this Polaroid was snapped. Back then the speed on SR 8 was 70, which meant everyone bombed along at 80. The Lark had a V8 engine in a little body so that baby flew. Also, I loved the fact the ignition was on the left side for us southpaws!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Bezango: Still Life With Woody at the Head Loader




Olympia Power & Light, July 14-27, 2010

My salute to the Washington State I knew and loved, now almost all gone.

State Route 9 (now 8) between Mud bay and McCleary was actually still under construction as late as 1964. As I remember the very last part of that stretch where all four lanes were completed was around the neighborhood of the current Ranch House BBQ.

There were parts of the obsolete old Highway 410 that were still very visible after SR 9 opened. Today some of those ribbons of concrete are hard to see.













Looking for the Head Loader on the Old Highway 410

Part of the Old Highway 410 is still called Old Highway 410. Later down the way different surviving chunks of it have new names. Here is part of 410 at Mud Bay, with Highway 101 in the background.


This old 410 bridge, built in 1937, crosses Mud Bay at low tide. This little area is one of the very southern tips of Puget Sound.


After Mud Bay (originally called Shitpoke Flats in the pioneer days, or so I'm told) Old 410 climbs very quickly above sea level into the Black Hills. I should add the entire time I was on this stretch, I did not see a single car on the road other than mine.

Old Highway 410 crosses SR 8 and then dead ends


That's 410 below on the left, SR 8 above on the right. When I was a kid the concrete surface of 410 was still clearly visible.

In the Summit Lake area 410 is known as Wilson Road. SR 8 looms above the old highway.

The Summit Lake Grocery still stands as a relic of the past. The gas pumps are the old style without digital readouts. I bet if you went in and asked where the Head Loader was, someone would be around who could tell you.


410 collides with SR 8 and 410 loses.

Winslow Road. My school bus went down this stretch.

For a short while this particular part of 410 was used as a rest stop. I think it was blocked off and closed before the 1970s.

SR 8 above left, 410 below middle and right. I can remember when this part of 410 was clearly visible from the 4-laner. Today a big Douglas fir is growing in the middle of it.

A vehicle on SR 8 leaves a spray trail of Washington rain as it drives east over the forgotten and covered up 410, called Kennedy Creek Rd. at this point.


Note the moss on the edge of 410.


410 crosses a creek at the Ranch House BBQ, a true survivor. This place was known as the Ranch Kitchen in the old days. It has burned at least a couple times and was almost totally destroyed by flooding a few years ago when that little trickle of water became a raging river and even closed SR 8 for a week. One building that used to be on the right of this phone photo was carried about 100 feet to the shoulder of 8 when that flood hit. I suspect recent clearcut logging with unchecked runoff was to blame.

Dead End signs are a frequent sight on the Old 410.

A bit of 410 near the second Summit Lake exit, part of it leading to a park and ride lot.

This grassy knoll was once a part of 410 that had been converted to Pioneer Rock Park. But in the 1990s the rock was moved to a Boy Scout camp and the rest stop was obliterated. This was the place where the dedication ceremony took place in December 1961.


After you cross the county line from Thurston to Grays Harbor County, 410 is renamed McCleary Rd. It used to be called William McCleary Rd. in honor of Henry McCleary's brother, but I guess that took up too many letters on the street signs. Henry, of course, was the timber baron who ran a one-man principality named after himself.

Old time McClearyites tell me back when 410 was the main road, this corner was called "Dead Man's Turn" and was thick with white crosses for all the drivers who died as a result of crashing at this spot.

410 on the left, SR 8 on the right, running parallel just outside of McCleary. That giant recreational behemoth heading to the Coast (an hour away) would've had difficulty navigating the old 410's twists and dips back in the 1950s.




410 arrives at the main intersection of McCleary, the end of our journey.

"Head Loader" is also known as an occupation in the logging world. This particular head loader was a well loved McCleary figure and the tool of his trade was welded to his headstone in the McCleary Cemetery. In fact, this fellow formerly lived in my house and even died just about where I am now sitting and typing this.

I liked the wordplay in naming a bar the "Head Loader." Well, we never did find that bar on this trip. Maybe next time.