“The land thar was gittin’ corned out and settled up. ‘Twas so a man
couldn’t rustle a livin’ anymore.” Sounds like a present-day reference to
nearby LA on Puget Sound. But no, this was the explanation one ex-Kentuckian
gave for settling in the then remote and bountiful Upper Cowlitz country in
the late 1800s. ‘Course nowadays, the main concern coming out of Morton on
DH57 is rustling up some Twistiness, at least until you get into the sweet
harvest of corners north of Alder. As for Pavement and Engineering, this is
still the land of milk and honey. Too bad the Scenic backdrop up the Tilton
River and down to Elbe produces a disappointing crop of second-growth forest
and logged-off hills. And the vistas are only slightly more bountiful beside
the shoreline of artificial Alder Lake and along the Nisqually River.
Naturally, Remoteness has dropped some since those early days. But given the
road’s proximity to populace, it could be — and probably will get — much
worse. So, you best rustle up some ridin’ thar purty soon before this DH gets
settled up. And corned out.