We’re home now, after two weeks of camping in eastern Washington and Oregon. I feigned illiteracy, and let my camera interpret adventures between—and during—the near daily showers.
I didn’t write for days. And so, like the ones we passed, my reservoir filled to spilling.
I hope these highlights add to yours, too.
Lake Wallowa, Oregon. We biked from our campsite at the lake’s far end to town and back, the day after we rode a tram to an 8,200 foot peak out there.
On the way up.
Lake Wallowa from the tram.
Worth the ride. Panoramic views of the Blues.
With my favorite hiking partner.
Chief Joseph’s grave near the lakeshore.
We found every river roaring, floody, including the Wallowa.
And the Columbia.
Caught in a thunderstorm hiking in the John Day Fossil Beds. Flash flood?
The baby hid.
Until the deluge quit and the sun came out.
All gates open on every dam we passed.
Back at our Wallowa campsite, this mud-faced mama meandered, a softball toss away.
Black bear, cinnamon phase.
Turning stones for morsels.
With cubs in tow.
Headed home. A first peek at another drenching storm storm heading our way, this one outside of Pendleton, Oregon.
Blue skies in Wenatchee between storms, so we biked to Lincoln Rock, and passed directly beneath this homebody osprey. She refused the leap, though parents and sibs coaxed from overhead.
Did I mention that fourteen-week-old Daisy came with us?
hiking . . .
swimming . . .
chasing . . .
exploring . . .
A last shot on Stevens Pass, a week before the summer solstice.
Wishing YOU love-filled adventures this summer, regardless of weather. Thanks for joining mine.
Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks.