Egg Rock
Almost everyone has a spot they can go to when they feel they need to get away from it all. A place that is familiar, provides some solace, and offers perspective. You know what I’m talking about, it is that “special place” that shrinks and meditation tapes ask you to visualize when they want you to relax.
Now I don’t pretend to know the official name for this curious geological feature, or even how to find out if it has one, but until further notice let’s call it Egg Rock.
As a destination Egg Rock has several advantages. First is that you don’t have to strap on your cliff-scaling harness to get there. While the northeastern face of the outcropping is exposed to a dramatic drop in elevation, the southwestern side is hugged by a gently sloping trail that leads right up to the base of the peak. While not exactly handicapped-accessible, the rock is located only hundreds of feet from Waikiki Road, right between the intersection of N. Five Mile and the bend where Waikiki turns west towards St. George’s School.
On the downside Egg Rock is located directly underneath some rather unsightly high-voltage power lines. Indeed it is probably because of the coverage of these very power lines that Egg Rock has been spared demolition to this day. Countless others of these beautiful “haystack” formations have been leveled to pave the way for additional North Spokane McMansion-style housing.
Silly Spokane: Near Nature - Come and get some while it lasts!
Last DitB: Egg Rock is a pillar of tablature basalt, as opposed to the columnar variety featured at the top of this page. To browse through more picturesque shots of Eastern Washington, visit Spokane Outdoors and tab through their photo gallery. Spokane has the beauty of Billings Rimrock sans a rattlesnake around every corner!
“Wherever you go, there you are.”
There is something appealing about the idea that regardless of where in the world one lives, quality people can find a way to thrive there. The ability to make good friends, challenge yourself and grow are not side-effects of the place in which you reside, but are internal to the individual. A cute little poem from an anonymous friend:
Spokane’s “Spokan”
Spokane’s a fine place, man.
Be a Spokane fan
and love it if you can.
If you pan it cause you can’t,
then skedaddle to Seattle,
cause the *city* ain’t your battle–
it’s your messed up compass
that is makin’ you denounce
what your mind can’t encompass
and your badmouth can’t pronounce.
And it’s a gen-u-wine pity
if you blame that on the City.