Washington Pass

And the cool thing was that one of the cities I was, okay, so I didn't just come straight down the coast because I like mountains.

So south of Bellingham, I went east through Washington Pass.

And through a town called Chilean, they were having a big paragliding competition for a week and they needed volunteers.

And Mark looked it up.

Wow.

Last stop, this is Washington Pass.

No dam, no powerhouse, and nothing buzzing in your teeth.

So quiet.