Washington’s Texas Creek Road – Walking in Pioneers’ Footsteps

Roberta-Kehle

 

Ta-Dah! My new photo on the back of just-released The Covered Bet. Now available on Amazon, and soon, both print and e-book in other bookstores.

In honor of getting books in your hands, and in deference to the tragedies in Washington State, we have a guest blogger. whose memories are stronger than fire.

 

 

Kathy-Goodson

 

 

Friends, meet Kathy Goodson. Kathy wrote travel articles for the publication “Northwest Prime Time.” We share the same passion for asking “what’s up that road?” and finding ourselves immersed in adventure and history. Here is her account of a memorable journey through time to an area we hope and pray is unscathed by flames.

 

Outside the hamlet of Carlton (23 miles up the Methow Valley from the Columbia River), we found Texas Creek Road. It winds through the high mountain grasslands, the original stagecoach route from Carlton to Brewster in pioneer days. We bounced along the unpaved road for nine miles through high valleys—occasional ranches scattered far from each other.

Rail fences snaked over the hills, enclosing barns, outbuildings, ranch homes and cattle grazing beneath dusty green trees. Long ago, forty people lived here until the depression years of the 1930’s. One Victorian home is left over from those times. It sits in the middle of a field of golden grass, wood flaking and baked a deep chocolate brown by the sun.

RanchTo know the road still exists warms my heart. There is nothing I enjoy more than setting foot (or wheels) upon land and roads used by pioneers or Indians. Many roads in the west—including present day highways—were born from Indian trails that eventually became routes for stages and covered wagons.

Recently I wondered how the Carlton Complex Fire is affecting those families and ranches that stretch over those golden hills. I looked online and my heart sank as I read a report from the Methow Valley News: ‘The Okanogan County Sheriff reports, “We don’t know how many, but we are getting reports of structure fires. I know of some in the Texas Creek area,” he said.

I emailed the Carlton General Store just now, assuring them of our prayers and asking about the homes on Texas Creek Road. An immediate response came: “We have lost a few, but we are in good spirits!” It sounds to me like the pioneer spirit still exists and is in fact, flourishing, in Carlton.

Thank you, Kathy. The hope in your last sentence thrills me. After the fire the spirits and prosperity of that independent, standing tall area would benefit by an influx of tourism. We’ll plan on making the trip.

Thank you God, for protection.—roberta

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If you would like to contact Kathy Goodson, you can reach her on Facebook @ “Kathy Dalton Goodson,” or through this blog.

Photos in this blog the property and copyright of Kathy Goodson.

BACK-ROAD CLOSED—FIRE DANGER!

Forest-fires are, at this writing, destroying millions of acres of Washington State. The beautiful area readers favored for my mini-vacation, unfortunately is in that area. With a prayer for everyone connected to the devastated area—we shift gears and go where there are no backroads—only people.

In THE COVERED BET the reader travels to each Western Washington site along with the characters. Only one place mentioned—is in fact—one might call the birthplace of the Gunn’s problems.

It cannot be part of our “Backroad” vacation series because there are

NO BACKROADS TO MONACO

About half way through The Covered Bet you will hear about this Washington D.C. mall-sized country on a rock sticking out into the Mediterranean Sea.

MonacoUnless one of you has an ocean-going yacht, we need to charter a flight to Nice, France. After our on-board paw-tay (I don’t have French symbols on my computer) croissant snack, we roll our totes across the tarmac to the heliport and are whirled along the coast. We don’t dare go inland—we’d hit a rocky hill. We drop at the water’s edge at the Monaco heliport in the famous Monte Carlo. (If you want to appear a local, say “Monte Carl.”)

You won’t see farmland. Everything you will eat is imported. Some of it is even processed in some way and then exported. These people have become the masters at laundering—clothes, money and food and sometimes people. There is no income tax here, low business taxes, and Monaco is well known for being a tax haven. Readers of “TCB” –does that sound familiar?

Of course casinos everywhere we look. The wealthy and ultra-wealthy call it fun to throw away their money and the money of their stockholders.

Oops—while looking around you bumped into a resident—Roger Moore! He lives his movies! He and other Monacoans (ites?) Bono, Ringo Starr, Mohamed Al-Fayed (you remember the name—owned Harrods—almost had a famous royal daughter-in-law) and others are probably dining together to compare bank notes and poker chips.

There’s only one tiny public beach in the whole country, so no sunbathing by the sea. We do need to see the Monaco palace where lived the woman, who as a teen,  I most-wanted-to-look-like-but-didn’t-make-that-goal, (Grace Kelly.)

Panorama-MonacoShe was responsible for the few modern attractions here like museums and theaters.

This is a quick view of the place about which stories are made. Someday we’ll go back to it. Who knows? I may write a story about “Mount Charles” one day. Hmmm.   Leave a comment. I’d like to know if going to Monaco interests you.

In the meantime, please pray for the families who have lost their homes, businesses, schools and libraries. May God give them strength and the finances to begin again.

roberta

photos courtesy Wikipedia