The old Coulee Dam is a grand site perched on a hill side and generating enough electricity to power a big swath of western Washington State. Dam workers still live in quaint little clapboard homes built way back in the time of the Great Depressions New Deal. I arrive in Coulee City in the late afternoon, climb the road to the top of the dam, eat a bit, and then collapse into a peaceful night time sleep.Â By early morning I am on the road once again.
Just five miles east of this super dam the country side turns spectacular. Old highway 155 runs beside a frosty blue, eighteen mile manmade lake fed by waters from the dam. The water ripples silently by as the hours idle on. Huge granite cliffs encase the narrow road, and of course me. It is hot but fascinatingly quiet. The dry towering landscape is mesmerizing. This is WOW country.