The sun was so brilliant yesterday that I decided to drive . . .
east into the Columbia River Gorge . . . past the Bonneville Dam . . . Cape Skye . . . Bridge of the Gods . . . through Stevenson . . . and Carson . . . north up the Wind River Highway . . .
the air crisp and clear . . . belting out songs with the Moody Blues . . . until silence beckoned . . .
glossy green fir and cedar forest . . . punctuated with shocking yellow maple . . . the understory of fern . . . swords turned to rust . . . autumn glory . . .
Mt. St. Helens rising ahead . . . its blown top a memento of violence . . . snow stripes decorating its flanks . . .
left along the Lewis River Highway . . . the river dammed . . . Yale Lake to the south . . . a single boat leaving a wake behind on the silent blue water . . . Spirit Lake to the north . . . the mighty Columbia ahead again . . .
the hum of tires on pavement the only sound . . . but for my grinning . . . now and then . . .
Announcing Segullah May 2024 Edition
1 week ago
I can see it in my head even though I have never been to many of these places. Beautiful!
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