Joy of Driving
When driving to Seattle from Bellingham in nice weather, it is impossible to be in so much of a hurry that the speed of I-5 is preferable to the greatness that is Chuckanut Drive. Say Seattlest was snowboarding at Baker. We lose an edge and knock our head on a tree, and then while we're lying there seeing stars someone comes speeding past and skis right through our carotid artery. We have to get to Harborview or die. We still take Chuckanut. Yes, it's a boutique route, but it doesn't forsake the task of taking you from A to B.
Most might say that the best part of Chuckanut Drive is the bluff overlooking the San Juans, and, yeah, that's great. For the passenger. The driver can steal a few glimpses over there, but generally the narrow winding lanes wrapping around blind curve after blind curve (any one of which are likely to reveal a maniac on a bike, or, like we experienced this weekend, a random dude walking inside the guard rail) mean that outside of the pull-off areas the driver is not going to be soaking in too much view. No, the best part of Chuckanut for the driver occurs when the road twists down into the flats where the Japanese garden and alpaca farms gently envelop that whacked-out antique/junk store. There you can truly enjoy the ride, even with a bleeding neck.

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