Lincoln Rock State Park, Washington

The next morning it was 32 degrees.  We said goodbye to Randy and Romana and headed for the border.  They were also going to Washington, but they took the route we came in on.  We opted for a different route.  When we crossed the border the ag people were inspecting all RVs.  We had a short delay, but nothing serious.

A short distance into Washington we stopped at a roadside picnic table for lunch.  It was an odd spot, right next to a cemetery.  But it worked.  Soon after, we saw Randy and Romana coming down the road.  They stopped briefly.  It seems they had changed their minds and ended up taking the same road we did.  They also were searched at the border, and lost all their produce.

In Omak, we passed the fairgrounds, where the firefighters' camp was set up.  

 All along the road we saw signs of the apple harvest.  The smell of apples filled the air.

We arrived at Lincoln Rock State Park in the afternoon.  The place was practically deserted.

We stayed there two nights.  On the second day we decided to try the new bike trail.  It was under construction the last time we were here, but this time it was open.  It was a nice trail, going through the orchards and then along the river into Wenatchee.  However, it proved to be more difficult than we expected, so we only went a couple of miles.  But it was still nice.

The next morning we had planned to go to an RV park in Umatilla, but since it would have put us in the middle of the Friday evening commute in Portland, we just headed home.

On the way up we had seen the St. John's Monastery Bakery near Goldendale.  So this time we stopped.  We got a pastry for tea and a loaf of a sweet bread.

We still encountered a lot of traffic, but it was less than it would have been.