The Boeing Factory: Everett and Leavenworth (18-20 June)
On Monday (18 June) we crossed over the border to Ferndale,
a simple trip of about 26 miles designed to get us through the border and join
two new motorhome couples. This border is apparently quite strict on taking
fruit and vegetables from Canada to the USA so we had a list of what we had and
we were prepared to discard stuff.
We began by joining the wrong queue and watched other
vehicles, including those of our companions, move twice as quickly. After 40
minutes we finally reached the front and had a pleasant discussion with the
customs guy whose only question was how long we had been in the queue. He was
sorry that we’d had to wait so long and wrote a chit instructing those
searching vehicles that we were clear and to pass us straight through. We
sailed past one of the motorhomes that had passed us earlier and were only just
preceded by another which had commenced the journey 20 minutes before us. Our
companions had had to fill out forms, had their vehicles searched and forfeited
fruit and vegetables. So, the slow queue wasn’t quite so slow; the hare and
tortoise story came to mind.
Having gained our freedom we drove to the coast and entered
Blaine, a pretty town with a small marina, and empty shops and streets.
The following day we drove to Everett and the Boeing
Factory. We were booked on a 90 minute tour and saw aircraft being
manufactured. Most of the tour was in one of the factories which covered 98
acres (about 39 hectares). It had several assembly lines. We saw a 747 Dash 8
cargo plane, a line of 777s, and Dreamliners. They also make a lot of military
planes. It was difficult to get a sense of scale as these planes are so big but
the factory is enormous and it dwarfed the planes. It looked a bit like one of
Oliver’s Lego constructions. We didn’t take photos as we were not allowed to
have phones, cameras, bags, etc. However, their own website shows a lot of
stuff and they also have a Youtube channel. We were lucky enough to be there
when a 747 Dreamlifter landed and opened up by swinging its tail around like a
door on hinges. It holds the largest cargo in the world and is mainly used to
fly in components for the Boeing 787 Dreamliner from other parts of the world.
Next we travelled to Leavenworth, driving through
the Cascades. We had previously been in the Cascades in 1996 when we took the
Empire Builder train from Seattle to Chicago. Some of this trip followed the
railway and it certainly rekindled our memories of the earlier trip. There are
more varieties of trees that we had seen further north, even in much of British
Columbia, and they are taller and thicker.
We climbed over a steep pass and could see slopes where avalanches and slips had wiped out the trees and the area was regenerating. There was a large ski area with tows leading to trails snaking through the forests. It must be great to drive to a ski field on a paved highway, complete with passing lanes.
The road over the Cascades descends over 4,000 feet and then suddenly becomes flat; that’s Leavenworth. It became the headquarters of the Great Northern Railway in the early 1900s but, when the railroad relocated, the town struggled for survival until the community agreed to remodel themselves as a Bavarian style town. Our stay was for two nights in an RV park about 3 miles out of town. On Wednesday (20 June) we inspected the town. Is kitsch a Barvarian word? We were exposed to sausages, craft beer, wines (but no evidence of vineyards), yodelling, pastries, tankards, and people in costume. There is a nutcracker museum boasting in excess of 5,000 nutcrackers; no, we didn’t.
Tomorrow we head East.
We climbed over a steep pass and could see slopes where avalanches and slips had wiped out the trees and the area was regenerating. There was a large ski area with tows leading to trails snaking through the forests. It must be great to drive to a ski field on a paved highway, complete with passing lanes.
The road over the Cascades descends over 4,000 feet and then suddenly becomes flat; that’s Leavenworth. It became the headquarters of the Great Northern Railway in the early 1900s but, when the railroad relocated, the town struggled for survival until the community agreed to remodel themselves as a Bavarian style town. Our stay was for two nights in an RV park about 3 miles out of town. On Wednesday (20 June) we inspected the town. Is kitsch a Barvarian word? We were exposed to sausages, craft beer, wines (but no evidence of vineyards), yodelling, pastries, tankards, and people in costume. There is a nutcracker museum boasting in excess of 5,000 nutcrackers; no, we didn’t.









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