👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully weird bit of geographical nomenclature – the “Blewett Pass.” Now, I won't insult you with a stuffy, geologist-approved mouthful of definitions. Instead, let me paint you a picture.
Basically, Blewett Pass in Washington State isn’t just…a pass. Hoo boy, no. It's like a dramatic rejection letter from the weather itself, a spiteful shrug by Mother Nature saying, emphatically: "Okay, here's this cut through the land! Now get on with your misery and blow right through it because I'M going to throw every possible kind of gale into that corridor until you regret existing. Seriously." The name comes from John Ainsworth Blewett – a Scottish shepherd who apparently spent a truly miserable afternoon there in 1875, battling an absolutely monstrous blast of snow. Shepherd-dude was so utterly and spectacularly pummeled by the wind that he basically just… yelled his displeasure into the face of the pass. Hence the name: Blewett's Bad Day. (Okay, maybe I embellished that slightly – but you get the gist, right? It’s a place where the atmosphere has an opinion, and it loathes to let you gawp at pretty scenery.) There are, frankly, some of the most notorious and sustained north-south winds anywhere on the West Coast. They whip through there with such force they can actually physically wrestle a beat
